It's Earth Day! Or at least, it was when I planned on writing this. It doesn't matter anyways. This beautiful world can't be celebrated in a mere day, or year, or a hundred lifetimes from now. The ravings of glass-towered billionaires who scream through our screens about their desires to probe deeper into the stars makes my blood boil. Have we lost so much hope in our beautiful, wild, and watery world that a frigid and red desert millions of miles away is a rose-tinted goal? Fuck Mars. I'm proud to be an Earth supremacist.
Our Earth, just like us, is 70% water, coursing through our veins, through our rivers. You can't love yourself without loving her. So to honor it, here are a few of my favorite, little, miniscule slices of this world with so much to offer. Make every day of your lifetime Earth Day, and keep fighting for her, for your rights to hunt and fish and forage and explore, to live off what she provides, and for a clean and wild place to do it. This Earth Day, don't celebrate. Love slow, love methodically, but love with a rage that burns like Castilleja on the prairie.
"May your trails be crooked and windy and lead to the most amazing views." - Ed Abbey
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