Photographs of the Old West
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It isn’t for everyone, but if you follow the unpaved ranch and mining trails deep into the southwest mountains you can still find echos of this. Just brilliant magical country.
I hesitate to tell people where to find the magic anymore. These days, poorly behaved selfie tourists descend on these places en masse and destroy the allure instantly. Even the old dirt trails don’t stop them; I’ve seen a mega-busload of ill-equipped foreign tourists show up at a minor sites an hour from the nearest pavement because someone posted about it on instagram.
I know I am an old man shouting at clouds but I grew up with these places. I’m not “native” per se but even I can sense the desecration that bothers the people that were born there and never left. I wish I had a solution to this problem but I don’t.
I can’t help but comment on the fact that Americans just decided the Natives needed to be seriously kicked out. It’s almost like we’ve got a problem deep within us because it keeps happening.
The best of them were very intelligent badasses, and Americans respect that enormously, independent of the outcomes. Their loss was inevitable but the way they prosecuted that conflict earned respect from the victors. This is the bittersweet reality that their modern descendants must live with.
I grew up among them and loved it.