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March 28, 2024

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This beautiful land is our land, and Congress is its biggest threat

Not to boast, but that image is me enjoying a pristine alpine lake I own in the California Sierras. It’s property so valuable that Bill Gates could never buy it. Yet it’s mine.

But wait! Don’t stalk off — it’s also yours! It’s part of America’s extraordinary, but now threatened, heritage of public lands. These lands are being starved of funds to sustain them and are the target of an ideological battle, with the new Republican Party platform arguing that certain federal lands should be handed over to the states. Which lands aren’t specified.

This objective is sad, because America was the first country in the world to take its most stunning scenic places and turn them into a shared space belonging to all — an element of what Wallace Stegner called America’s “best idea.”

It was 100 years ago, in August 1916, that the United States established the National Park Service, after earlier moving to protect lands such as Yellowstone and Yosemite. As a result, our nation’s most valuable assets are owned not by private equity tycoons but by you and me.

I backpacked 220 miles through the Sierras this summer with my 18-year-old daughter on the John Muir Trail, perhaps the most beautiful footpath in the world, coursing from 14,500-foot Mount Whitney (the highest point in the contiguous United States) through lush valleys and over snow-clad mountain passes to end at Yosemite National Park.

The John Muir Trail is part of the Pacific Crest Trail, which my daughter and I are hiking in its entirety, from Mexico to Canada, in the handful of years in which she’s strong enough and I’m not yet decrepit.

These trails are essentially free. Unlike car campgrounds, America’s wilderness is mostly accessible without fees (there are occasional exceptions). In the evening, you spread your groundsheet on some flat spot and lay out your sleeping bag under the stars, and it’s all yours. You have a location and a view that no billionaire can buy, and no one can pull rank on you (except a bear).

Sure, it takes money to buy camping gear and get to and from the trailhead, but my daughter and I have sometimes hitchhiked, and many other hikers do as well. Hiking trails are a rare spot where doctors mingle with construction workers.

In an age of enormous inequality, these public lands are arguably our most democratic space. Wealth may buy political influence such that to speak of “one person one vote” seems naive and incomplete. So the most democratic place in America is perhaps not the voting booth but rather our shared wilderness, as long as we sustain it.

If these magnificent lands were discovered today, perhaps they would soon be dotted with luxury weekend homes. Or companies would step in and this would be CitiCreek, or tapped for a brewery. But fortunately, beginning in the late 19th century a series of visionary political leaders argued that America’s most glorious natural spots should be a common preserve for all people.

Pioneering conservationists such as Theodore Roosevelt and Gifford Pinchot were enormously wealthy themselves and could afford their own private retreats. But they believed in a kind of democracy that gave the humblest citizen not only the vote but access to the nation’s natural wonders.

So “my creek” is a tribute to the cathedral of wilderness — but also to the wisdom of long-ago politicians. Alas, that political wisdom is now evaporating, so that these lands are in peril.

As placid as the scenes seem in the pictures I brought home, they are a little misleading. To hike in the wilderness is not only to relish dazzling views, but to be eaten alive by mosquitoes, to suffer frostbite and sunstroke, to discover just how bloody blisters can be, to drink squirming pond water that would give any urban dog nightmares, and to be endlessly frustrated that, contrary to all physics and geography, trails somehow are all uphill.

On one backpacking trip, my daughter ended up with 49 mosquito bites on her forehead alone (while wearing mosquito repellent and a head net!).

But the biggest threat to our long-term wilderness enjoyment isn’t mosquitoes or ticks, bears or wolves. It’s Congress.

Congress deprives government agencies of money needed to maintain our public lands. The National Park Service says it has 6,700 miles of trails that are in poor condition because it can’t afford to keep them up.

Even on the John Muir Trail, large stretches are in disrepair and had turned into creeks of snowmelt when my daughter and I hiked them. This quickly erodes the trails so much that new ones have to be built nearby. This reluctance to pay for maintenance isn’t even fiscally prudent, for it’s far more expensive to build new trails than to maintain old ones.

It’s sad to see today’s Republicans hostile to continuing federal stewardship of these lands, given that it was Republicans such as Theodore Roosevelt whom we most owe for this exceptional heritage.

At a time when American politics are polarized, a remarkable 95 percent of survey respondents agree that “it is important to me that national parks are preserved for current and future generations, whether I visit them or not.”

Even in the Great Depression, an impoverished America could afford to work on building paths such as the John Muir Trail, yet today we can’t afford to maintain them properly.

Our predecessors pretty much invented the idea of national parks and wilderness trails, bequeathing us an inheritance of incalculable wealth. And on our watch, as we mark the 100th birthday of the National Park Service, we’re squandering it.

Nicholas Kristof is a columnist for The New York Times.

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