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Aeron barely looks up to note calmly, “Mule deer.”
“What?” Mom glances over her shoulder. She stands posed at the edge of our camp site, straining to see better without taking the National Park Service forbidden step towards the ambling herbivore. She can barely contain herself, fingers itching to take a picture or touch the hide.
“Mule deer,” repeats my youngest, her head back in her coloring book. She explains without looking up again, “See the long ears and the markings on the coat?”
Mom checks the deer and sounds somewhat awed as she breathes, “Mule deer.” I'm not sure if it's the 8 year old naturalist or the two beautiful animals now striding slowly in our direction followed by a hyperventilating photographer from the Netherlands who clearly hasn't read the park rules.
Probably both. Aeron and Mera are now officially sworn Junior Park Rangers in nine national parks: Petrified Forest, Bandalier, Aztec Ruins, Navajo National Monument, Grand Canyon, Bryce Canyon, Zion, Devil's Post Pile, and Yosemite. They can recite chapter and verse regarding park protection and maintenance procedure, distinguish between a sparrow and a white breasted nut hatch, report on the history and cultural significance of the ancestral Pueblan peoples, and talk intelligently about the geological formation of the Colorado River Plateau. The one-two punch of a year on a cruising sailboat followed by a month in our nation's best and perhaps most important cultural export has producd accomplished amateur naturalists with a respectful but rather casual view towards wild life. It's fair to say that if there is a polar opposite to nature deficit disorder, my girls are the poster children.
I'm proud of Mera and Aeron for all their work on their ranger patches. We started the program initially as an alternative to doing school on the road. However, the accrual of badges, patches, and parks soon took on a life of its own. They now actively seek out the Junior Ranger programs in each park and complete the activities without fuss or argument. My mother promised to make them Ranger vests on which they can sew all their awards and stick all their buttons. Both girls have expressed an interest in becoming rangers themselves when they grow up. They could surely do worse as a career.
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“And what's that?” Grandma Sue asks pointing at the black shape flitting through the dusk darkened boughs of Zion's campground.
“Bat, of course,” Aeron informs my mother. “They see by echo-location and eat mosquitoes so you have to like them.”
Okay, Junior Ranger Aeron. We have to like them.
The first Supt. of Yellowstone N.P. was a Conger! Uncle Dale
Hello Dear Toast, It is good to hear from you. Christi and I needed our "Toast Fix"!!! It is nice to see your involvement with the NP's. We are on our way to the WA coast this am form Estes Park, CO. You be safe, M&C
I'm a long time reader of your blog and I just wanted to say hi and ask if you are concerned about hurricane Jimena? Does it change your plans any? I hope everything is well and I look forward to reading more soon!
I am in Puerto Vallarta now with my 3 girls and your name came up in conversation yesterday at a potluck for cruisers. Actually, someone asked if we were trying to keep up with Don Quixote. You must be something if I hear people talking you up from Colorado to Puerto Vallarta. Hopefully our paths will cross and we can get all these girls together. Brady
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