Pretty soon everyone is going to be talking about our national parks; Ken Burns’ latest project is a six-parter called The National Parks: America’s Best Idea and will debut on PBS on September 27.
We’ll be watching, for sure, but in the meantime we decided to get a jump on the chatter with our own national parks memories—three little moments that left a lasting impact.
The first day of a photography workshop in Yellowstone National Park served up bubbling mudpots, hot springs with colors that would shame the brightest wildflowers, and plenty of elk. Old Faithful was ahead but, in my mind, it was the stuff of kitsch and cartoons. I wasn’t excited. With my camera set on the spot, I waited for the geyser to blow. Ho hum. Whatever. And then she did. Thousands of gallons of boiling water shot more than 100 feet into the air. Instantly, the earth owned her again. She was released from kitsch and cartoons. She was beautiful. —Jenna
Mid-July 2003 in Alaska’s Glacier Bay National Park. It’s 4 a.m., but the sky is bright. I’m alone in a kayak near the Beardslee Islands, floating, when a juvenile male humpback surfaces ten feet from my starboard bow. Beneath the water’s surface, his basketball-sized eye looks straight up at me as if to say, “Yo.” Then, the blow: putrid, soggy air from the animal’s lungs bursts from the blowhole, soaking me in an instant. We float together, side-by-side, for what seems like an eternity. Then, without warning, he arches his back, salutes with his flukes and sinks to the depths.–Matt
I’m doing a little solo day-hiking in Texas’ Big Bend National Park among the fragrant pines high in the Chisos Mountains. I find a outcropping with a view and sit to contemplate life for a few minutes when a hawk—I’m not bird-savvy enough to know what kind, the park is home to several—flies by just overhead. I’ve never been this close to a hawk in flight and the stately swoosh … swoosh of the powerful wings moving against the air is startling, stirring, and unforgettable.–Sophia