Sunlight filtered through tall drying old growth pines, dust motes defining it’s golden rays. There should have been sound on this beautiful spring day. The scratch and chitter of squirrels and chipmunks busily gathering and scampering. Rat-a-tat-tat of woodpeckers echoing on high. Robins and wrens scouting the territory. Nesting should have begun. Weathered signage along cedar chip trails waited silently to direct absent guests deep along paths lined with ferns and overgrowth. The principle of any national park is to provide sanctuary for wildlife, for citizenry and yet there was only silence this day.
“Only within the moment of time represented
by the present century has one species -- man -- acquired
significant power to alter the nature of the world.”
~ Rachel Carson, Silent Spring
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