Ah, how nice it is to be in the great outdoors and filling my lungs with fresh air! The passing weather front has made life bearable again and the fleecy white clouds are a reminder that Autumn is near.
Visitors are down on the fossil beds trying to imagine what life must have been like all those supposed millions of years a go. I can see a few fishermen too, but I think the water is too warm and the fish won’t be in the mood. I wonder if when our kind passes into the next geological age…what presences will we leave behind? Will our very bones turn to stone too and leave a layer here for “others” to discover? I doubt it.
It’s all so mind-boggling to me that life could have evolved out of some stagnant pool of algae ooze. I’m not sure I believe that because here I am in my white dress floating over this landscape. That would have been too unrefined a beginning for someone who is closer to the angels than to the amoebas!
Surely, all this exists for our benefit? I mean what other use could it have? Do we think that the animals or plants have the means to develop this site or have the wherewithal to see a bigger picture? If it’s all going to become history anyway shouldn’t we use our resources as we see fit? Isn’t that what Darwin meant by survival of the fittest?
Nature is okay, but a little untidy for my tastes. What the natural world needs are beings like us to organize this place and turn it into a garden. When I visit the Interpretive Center I think I will plant that idea in the suggestion box. There are so many more useful ways to experience this landscape if only the people in charge would clean things up a little.