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Lives! 24, 25 Zion Tribe Roots, Reggae, Rock & More * DON’T MISS OUR 427 Main Street located 15 ¢ SUPER BOWL Park City * BASH x 658-FISH in the lower level of ‘Z’ Place in the Historic Memorial Only ee Members 6? for Ae HOLE, —rieece Feet Building Club TETON >> TORS Daniel Kriesberg is an intermediate school teacher in Locust Valley, New York. PAGE Wear’s Line of bi-polar jackets, and AND mon POLAR Private Dear Utah, Thank you. Thank you for your wild places. Thank you for your giant blank spots on the map. Thank you for Bryce , Zion, Grand Gulch, Escalante, Capital Reef, Shingle Creek, Yellow Pine, Horseshoe Canyon. Thank you for the places I will go someday: Dark Canyon, Dinosaur, Nine Mile Canyon, Desolation Canyon and Natural Bridges. Here in New York, a single arch would be a big deal and a single canyon is a state park. I’m lucky to find a place in the woods without the noise of traffic. The only way to survive in the New York City metropolitan areas is to know that true wilderness still exists. The value of wilderness is immeasurable. We just don’t have what you still have. All of America needs Utah’s wilderness. I should have known Utah would be part of my life. My first visit was a family trip to the western national parks. My head was full of dreams as I listened to the rangers in Bryce Canyon and Zion National Park. My imagination ran across the landscape. Limitless land. where Without wilderness, would children dream of adventure? To a 12-year-old, these places meant a chance to see where America came from. Land I could share with wild animals. I understand our history better by first-hand seeing the places I read about. My second trip to Utah was brief, just a glimpse through a bus window on a four-day ride to California. At sunset, we drove across the Salt Flats, a thunderstorm was building in the distance, bolts of lightning split the clouds. The rest of the bus trip was a blur, but the image is forever in my mind. After many backpacking trips in the Northeast, I decided to try Utah. Ill admit it, Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey, was my inspiration. My first trip was to Arches. This led to another, then another, five out of the last six years, I have made long trips to Utah. This year, I shared Utah with my wife and oneyear-old son. My mind is filled with memories of these trips. In Monument Valley I slept with my head out of the tent so I could watch Right and Left Mitten as long as possible. When I climbed out of side canyon in Courthouse Wash I left one world and entered another. Walking into the earth in Canyonlands I felt the Colorado’s power by swimming in its water. In Grand Gulch I saw a thumb print in the dried mud of a ruin, a vivid clue of the lives thousands of years ago. Escalante showed me there are still places where one can stand in a side canyon without a name. In the Wasatch yoming ere (Tb two moose showed themselves to my son and me. Perfect, beautiful moments. Breathtaking scenes. One can never have enough of these. In Utah I can be completely, totally immersed and surrounded by beauty. These canyons, forests, deserts, rivers have a hold on me like no other place. Utah wilderness has shown me beauty, history and taught me to handle challenge. I see the power of time and nature. It is clean, fresh pure wilderness. Some say there is enough wilderness. I say there is enough development. Enough roads, coal mines, power plants, dams, buildings. Shouldn’t destroying wilderness be the last resort? Wilderness is fragile. A single road, a single mine and it is gone. How can a single road destroy thousands of acres of wilderness? I could easily avoid the road. But here is wilderness sense: Our sense of sight knows ugliness, our sense of smell knows a stink, our sense of hearing knows a racket, our sense of taste knows something foul, and our sense of wilderness knows when the wilderness has been violated. The feeling of standing in a place surrounded by thousands of acres cannot be faked. There are no alternatives to wilderness. We can spare some of our land and leave it be. Put the land first, people second in these places. If someone wants to see it, let them walk in. They can drive somewhere else. The gifts of Utah wilderness cannot be found anywhere else. How many people will truly benefit from developing wilderness, compared to how many benefit from leaving it alone? When the minerals, timber, water and grazing land all run out and development moves on, what will be left? Wilderness benefits the visitors and the millions who never see it but know it is there. Better to have too much then too little. Your voice, the voice of the land screams for preservation. Let the land change the way it always has: by wind, water and time. This is what I hear when I walk quietly over the land. I believe that is what anyone would hear walking alone and listening. I would like to take each member of Congress for even a night out in the canyons. Hearing your voice in the rocks, cedars, wind and owls will set them straight. Utah is our safety net for wilderness. Without protecting Utah wilderness, we lose some of the most unique places on earth. Where one can see how time creates beauty. I hope that millions of years of beauty is not destroyed for the profit of a few. @ FRIDAY AND SATURDAY Essay by Daniel Kriesberg Bayville, New York A MOUNTAIN |
