May 23, 2007
Bureaucratic idiocy: the Park Service
This may be the month when I blog about stupid decisions by public lands management agencies.
Let's start with Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park.
M. and I camped there last month on our way to my nephew's graduation in western Colorado. The view was spectacular, the birds sang -- and before 8 a.m., the screaming started.
A local running club had arranged an early morning race on the park roads. Superintendent Connie Rudd or her staff had thoughtfully placed the finish line right next to the campground. So all the campers in tents and thin-walled trailers got to hear some aging cheerleader types yelling stuff like, "Yay, Joey! Way to go! Woo-hoo!"
You may think that that bird song is a better early morning aural experience. Not at Black Canyon.
If every carload of runners paid the entrance fee, however, then some management goal was closer to being met.
You readers probably have your own tales. Feel free to share them.