I willed myself to sleep November 8th, convinced that when I woke up in the morning all would be right with the world. I woke up to another day of drought. I woke up to more of my mountains burning. I woke up to a river that normally rushes and flows, barely trickling, dark and gray. And amongst all this, I woke up to a president-elect that really couldn’t give a damn about this planet and how close she is to dying.
You see, so many want to cut her up and piece her out. They want to dump their shallow materialistic garbage wherever they please. They want to take and take from her, not caring about the ramifications of their actions. It is all self-serving. My heart is heavy because of this.
Living in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Western North Carolina is a gift. My home is nestled on the side of a mountain, away from most of the atrocities society has erected in the name of progress. I am lucky to live so close to National Parks, to rivers abundant in fish, mountains bursting with life and freedom. But how long will I still have these treasures? How long will any of us? Every day I drive past new infrastructure, more “conveniences” for the modern world, closer and closer to home.
And so, I will myself to fight harder for that which is ours. I won’t give in, to my broken heart, my tears that flow freely on her behalf. I stand idly by to those that want to piece out our parks for profit. Pump our rivers dry to wash their cars and water their lawns. Build pipelines that burst and pollute. Destroy bays in the hope of mining. I won’t. I will care, a whole awful lot.
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better, it’s not.”
-Dr. Seuss, The Lorax
Jacob is a fly fishing guide with a passion for conservation and brook trout. He is an accomplished rod builder and restorationist.
Jillian is an outdoor photographer and blogger, using her voice for Public Lands and Cold Water Conservation. She specializes in trying to out fish jacob whenever she puts the camera down.