 "A National Park is a fountain of life. It is a matchless potential factor for good in national life. It holds within in its magic realm benefits that are health giving, educational, economic, that further efficiency and ethical relations and are inspirational. Without parks and outdoor life, all that is best will be smothered. Within National Parks is room, glorious room, room in which to think and hope, to dream and plan, to rest and resolve. This is the proudest moment of my life. I have lived to see the realization of a great dream come true. The day is at hand when these wonderful hills and matchless valleys are to be the playground of the world." Enos Mills. Founding Father of Rocky Mountain National Park. Quote from the Day of Dedication establishing RMNP. 1915 I fell in love with Rocky Mountain National Park in 1971 when I worked a summer at Cheley Colorado Camps. I spent the next 47 years trying to make the Estes Park area my permanent residence. During those years, Rocky was always "home" to me in my heart. For the past 10 years, I have been able to call Rocky not only the home of my heart but the home of my daily life. Helping to preserve beautiful landscapes and wildlife habitat as a steward of the park is my true love. Karla H - NSCU Education I remember being 6 years old. My family drove to Rocky Mountain National Park each summer when we were kids. We would set up a tent at Glacier Basin campground in the late 1950s and early 1960s. No reservation needed. We would spend 2 weeks each summer hiking the same trails that I now enjoy as a retired, 71-year-old. I moved to Estes Park in 2016. I hike every day that it is safe for hiking. I have every trail tag I can get except for summiting Longs Peak and the hikes that require ropes and/or an overnight on the trail. I get goose bumps every day I drive in to the park. - Kathy Granas, Estes Park resident and hiker. Rocky Mountain National Park is like the partner you constantly can't believe you're lucky enough to be with. Its stunning beauty is the backdrop to our lives, and its recreational opportunities feed our souls and make us feel complete. We're so fortunate to have Rocky in our big backyard and we're thankful every day! Rachel Ward Oppermann - Director of Advocacy and Sustainability at Visit Estes Park. My Beloved Rocky Mountain National Park Why I’m in love with Rocky. In 1974 Rocky changed my lifestyle forever! From 1974-1976 I hiked, climbed, skied, snowshoed in Rocky more days than not. Then came a career, however I always made time to spend in Rocky Mountain National Park. This Park defines who I am from wildflowers to summits and the best thing Rocky Mountain National Park gave me was life-long friendships. Marlene Borneman, Author, Mountaineer, Naturalist, Backcountry Skier, and Estes Park resident. I've written before how I had lost interest in national parks for a very long time. The news reports of visitors behaving badly with wildlife, long lines of traffic, and packed parking lots only confirmed I wanted no part of that scene. However, it was reconnecting with a friend, and going on a multi-day backpacking trip into Rocky Mountain National Park that made me realize how mistaken I had been. Seeing and feeling the grandeur and beauty of RMNP's backcountry after such a long time was overwhelming. How could I have stayed away for so long? My Valentine thoughts go out to all of RMNP's Rangers, staff, volunteers, and visitors that love RMNP as much as each of us do. Thank you for caring for our national treasure. Thank you for acknowledging its importance to our world and all that this park offers: beauty beyond measure, solitude and sanctuary, peace and quiet, reflection, and inspiration. Murray Selleck - Rocky Mountain Day Hikes contributor, skier, snowshoer, hiker, and backpacker. Oh Rocky, My Rocky (with apologies to the Bard) Oh Rocky, my Rocky How do I embrace thee? I love thy terrain and elevation Thy montane, subalpine, and alpine I roam beneath your budding aspen in springtime, Their quaking leaves of summertime, Their illumination of brilliant yellow, rich gold, and Autumn shades of orange. I meander beneath your towering Ponderosa Pines of the montane, Your snow-laden Engelmann Spruce glens of the the subalpine, Your gnarled and twisted Limber Pines Clinging to the rock outcrops in the windswept terrain I close my eyes and soak in the radiant rays of sunlight beside your icy lakes, your glassy lakes, your Lake of Glass, Your Lion Lakes and Spectacle Lakes, Your Odessa and Spirit Lakes. I long to rest along your clear and cold, babbling Boulder Brook, Your Icy Brook, your Roaring Fork and Roaring River, To feel the exhilaration and force of your Grace Falls, Your Timberline Falls, Your Cascade Falls, Your Thousand Falls I love to listen to the spring song of the Green-tailed Towhee To dream of the Dark-eyed Junco, To marvel at the agility of the Pygmy Nuthatch, and To gaze at the sharp eyed Mountain Chikadee-dee-dee, With adoration I outstare the Stellers Jay and the Clark’s Nutcraker, I soar aloft with Birds of Prey and dance to the rhythm of the American Dipper, I spy the hidden White-tailed Ptarmigan in summer and winter, I follow the fluttering Mountain Bluebird in the early spring and Ruby-throated Hummingbird appraising the mid-summer flowers. I am over-joyed to give ear to the solitary song of the White-crowned Sparrow As I approach the hushed sound of Crystal Lake lying beneath Fairchild Mtn. I knell to honor your Fairyslipper, your Snow-lily, and your Elephantella, I sing praise to your Colorado Columbine, your Parry Primrose, and your Mountain Iris, I bow bedazzled before your Alpine Forget-me-not, your Old-Man-of-the-Mountain, and Your Arctic Gentian, I wish to be the buzzing Bumble bee probing the depths of the glorious Golden Banner. How can I not be astonished by the bugling bull Elk, and the head-butting bighorn, How can I not wonder about the elusive black bear and the stealthy mountain lion, How can I not grin at the spectacle of the Least Chipmunk, the Chickaree, and the Abert’s Squirrel. How can I not adore the hairy feet of the Snowshoe hare and the rounded ears of the Pika. My eyes lift upward in spiritual wonderment at your jagged peaks that divide a continent, With awe I am inspired by the Ypsilon Mtn, the Pagoda Mtn, and the Notchtop Mtn. I ponder the miraculous centuries of creation of the Little Matterhorn, the Spearhead, and the Hayden Spire, I long for Longs Peak giving its Diamond to Mt Lady Washington. Oh Rocky, my Rocky, Rocky of the masses, Rocky of the ages, What a rogue and peasant slave am I. I am that merry wanderer of the trail. A merrier hour was never wasted. Dave Rusk, rockymountaindayhikes.com & Hike Rocky Magazine publisher, hiker, backpacker, photographer, Estes Park resident, RMNP volunteer and philosopher. Thanks to everyone who contributed their Valentine thoughts and wishes to RMNP. Our hope is for another 109 years (and beyond) of Rocky Mountain Mountain National Park thriving, inspiring, and nurturing all the souls who live in and visit our national treasure.
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“Hiking -I don’t like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains - not hike! Do you know the origin of the word ‘saunter?’ It’s a beautiful word. Away back in the Middle Ages people used to go on pilgrimages to the Holy Land, and when people in the villages through which they passed asked where they were going, they would reply, A la sainte terre,’ ‘To the Holy Land.’ And so they became known as sainte-terre-ers or saunterers. Now these mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not ‘hike’ through them.” ~ John Muir |