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9781930238626: Wonder of It All: 100 Stories from the National Park Service

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Since the founding of the National Park Service in 1916, tens of thousands of NPS employees and volunteers have devoted themselves to preserving our public lands, which today number more than 400. Each person’s NPS career is unique, seasoned with daily duties, grand adventures, and everything in between! Yet there is one common element: each person has plenty of material for terrific stories about living and working in America’s most special places.

These 100 true stories from current and past NPS employees and volunteers make for an engrossing, funny, and often moving read, with something for everyone. The writers welcome visitors, ride the rails, collar caribou, reenact and make history, and every day face the mystery of wildness—including plenty of bears!—all for America’s public lands.

Featuring more than 100 photographs and stories from 80 different parks, monuments, and historic sites, stretching from the coast of Maine to American Samoa, The Wonder of It All is sure to inspire a new generation to cherish the natural and cultural resources that the National Park Service was born to preserve.

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Preface by Jon Jarvis, director, National Park Service

Standing before many large, tattooed Hawaiian men bearing sharktoothed war clubs, feeling rather vulnerable in the lavalava I was wearing (which is little more than a six-foot-long wedgie), I had the honor of being chanted into the circle for the annual ’ava (kava) ceremony at Pu’ukohola Heiau National Historic Site on the big island of Hawai’i. This is the place where King Kamehameha united the islands for the first time, and it is still the center for passionate discussions of Native Hawaiian sovereignty. After hours of singing, chanting, dances, and many coconut-shell cups of the mouth-numbing kava elixir, I was asked to speak before the traditionally dressed group. I said I was both honored and humbled by the responsibility to care for these sacred places, which are not only important for their history but also for their inspirational and cultural value. I said we of the National Park Service are the stewards of the place, but it is our partnership with Native Hawaiians that keeps the stories alive over the centuries. I said we commit to carrying this place and its story into perpetuity. At the end of the ceremony, a man came to me and thanked me; and to seal the deal in the Hawaiian way, we touched foreheads and shared our breath.

National Park Service employees and our many park friends are, at our core, storytellers through place. I have said many times that we must speak for three entities that have no voice: the people of the past, the children of the future, and nature itself. They deserve to be heard, for our actions affect how the past will be remembered, what the future generations will inherit, and how our planet will be treated. Our most powerful tool is story, told with passion and intelligence on the ground where the story emerged. We shoulder the task of understanding these stories from a scientific and scholarly foundation, and must present them, without bias, to a listening public, hoping they will go home with a better understanding and a deeper passion for the past, future, and our environment.

Like my colleagues in the National Park Service and the contributors to this book, we gather our own stories from moving experiences. It can be an encounter with a visitor, especially a child, whose curiosity and wonder are ignited by our skill at showing them the natural world. It can be the act of standing in a place of history, on the bloody fields of the Civil War, or at Thomas Jefferson’s desk, feeling the chill of being in the spot that shaped our country’s independence. It can be the edge of an arroyo, with the canyon wren trilling as the sun settles into the desert. It can be a mountain forest, where the only sound is the soft shush of falling snowflakes. These moments accumulate in us, they give us strength—they reinforce our resolve that these parks need us. And when we share these stories, they build our nation’s commitment to the preservation of our national parks for the enjoyment of future generations.

This book is dedicated to inspiring stories from inspiring places&mdashfrom the past, and for the next one hundred years and beyond. We invite you to find your park and create your own stories.

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From the Foreword by Dayton Duncan, filmmaker and author

The real power behind the national park idea is always personal. It is something you feel. It is an experience you never forget. As part of the National Park Service’s centennial, when it invites all Americans to “Find Your Park,” it is also launching an ambitious program to get every fourth grade student in the nation to some park, hoping that the youngsters we expose to any park today will become tomorrow’s guardians of “America’s best idea.” We can’t predict what their encounter will do for them. But I think we all know they will be better for it. I know this from personal experience; and since this is a book of stories, I will add my own.

In 1959, when I was a fourth grader in a little town in Iowa, I had my first encounter with national parks. Both of my parents worked—an unusual thing in those days—and until then, what vacations they had were more likely spent repainting our house or staying close to home. We couldn’t afford long trips. But that summer, we borrowed my grandmother’s car and some friends’ camping equipment and headed west, because my mother wanted to broaden my sister’s and my horizons. In preparation, she assigned me to look over maps and tourist brochures from the states we would visit to help plan where we would go. She said that national parks would be a major part of our trip: they were important, she believed, but they were also places we could afford. …

That trip was the greatest adventure of my young life, still vivid in my memory and my imagination as all those new vistas opened up for me. I can’t say that I returned home already knowing that I would end up spending most of my adult life traveling the backroads of this great country, getting to know its varied landscapes and the history that has unfolded in our nation’s own journey across it. But that is what I have ended up doing. Looking back, I think the seed for it was surely planted by my mother when she gave me those maps and those brochures; encouraged me, as a fourth grader, to study them; and then took me to see those places in person. …

And so, forty years later, after I had become a parent, I took my family on a similar trip. I got to watch as my children saw their first geyser, their first moose, their first bears at Yellowstone. …

My daughter shares the same name as my mother, Caroline Emily Duncan, and as I held her little hand as a father, I could also feel the touch of my mother’s hand as a son, nearly half a century earlier. I could feel the passing of generations pulsing through our hands, the past and the present united in that transcendent moment in the presence of something bigger than any of us.

In my imagination, I could sense the future as well. I could imagine—I could feel—my daughter holding the small hand of one of her children some day at that same, still unchanged place, feeling the same thing. And I thought, this is as close to an encounter with eternity as I will ever get in this life.

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Story from Chapter 1, "Getting Started":

Rangers Don’t Eat White Bread
by Jim Milestone

It was the summer of 1973; I was a park aid working in the Yosemite Museum. I had been hired as a taxidermist to stuff birds hit by cars and shuttle buses, for study specimens and exhibits.

Shortly after my arrival, however, it was discovered that I knew more about Yosemite than most visitors. So, beyond my duties as the valley’s resident taxidermist, my supervisor chose to put me at the front desk of the visitor center to provide basic information to the multitudes of park visitors. (The visitor center staff was being slammed with millions of visitors, and rather than have one of their talented park interpreters taking up their time explaining where the bathroom was located or how to drive to Glacier Point, they thought this young nineteen-year-old college student from San Francisco could do the job just fine.) This assignment required a park-ranger uniform, so I was driven down to Merced, California, to visit the Alford and Ferguson Uniform Store.

I was proud to wear the National Park Service uniform and especially enjoyed wearing the ranger hat. One day in the visitor center, with nearly a hundred people surrounding the information desk, I pointed my left arm to a bookshelf across the room. As my...

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