A
visit to the Joplin Nature Center last week caused me to recall a part of my
life from years back. I was there
speaking to a group of ladies who invited me for a luncheon and I went with a
great deal of trepidation. Women can be dangerous! But we had a great time and
I intend to take the whole bunch of them on our next trip to the wilderness
area on Truman Lake, where we will have a fish fry and do some hiking.
If
you are a hiker, and have visited parks on the Buffalo River or in the Arkansas
State Park System, you have likely taken a hike on a trail I planned and laid
out, or added to. It goes back to
a time when I was in my early twenties.
Arkansas State Parks had hired a young man from Texas as the new
director. His name was Buddy Surles, and I think he was only a few years older
than me. He was an amazing man
whom I hold tremendous respect for.
I never saw him make decisions there that were for any reason other than
the betterment of the state’s park-visitors.
Just
out of college, I told him I wanted to work as a naturalist, and he actually
knew what a naturalist was. Few people did back then. It was January, and he told me if I
could hang around for only a few months, he would make me the state’s first
Chief Naturalist.
I
got a job that month as Outdoor Editor for the Arkansas Democrat Newspaper and
sure enough, Buddy called me in August to offer me that newly created job. He told me I could keep writing my
weekly outdoor column for the Democrat, and he’d give me an office in the
basement of the capitol building where I could work to layout a new program,
consisting of finding and hiring
summer naturalists for six
state parks, planning nature centers, creating amphitheatres and building
trails. I had to pinch myself. I thought that at the age of 24 years old
I had died and went to heaven.
I
didn’t spend much time in that office.
Buddy gave me a state vehicle, and told me to go out and see what I
could do with those six parks, one of
-->which became known as
Buffalo Point, now a part of the National Park System. It was my
favorite, since I had grown up on an Ozark river. After a couple of
weeks, he called me into his office and asked for my opinions.
One of the things I told him about was an old road at Buffalo State Park going
down to one of the most spectacular little creek valleys and a huge cave used
centuries before by Ozark bluff-dwellers. Local people were ruining it by
driving in, having beer parties and camping out, scattering litter, burning,
chopping down trees, creating tire ruts and erosion. Graffiti was
everywhere. I
told Buddy what I had seen there and I told him the road should be closed for
good, and an expansive trail system should be built into the cave and valley west
of the road, coming out to the east of it. To this day I still can’t believe
what happened.
Buddy
called the park superintendent and told him to barricade the road and make it
impassable. I laid out the trail
the next month, and many folks from nearby Yellville were up in arms because of
what I had done. In the local
newspaper, the owner of Baker Real Estate agency was quoted saying that folks
might see the Buffalo River polluted with one state park naturalist. The threats got bad! I carried a pistol
for a while when I went there to work.
I
visited the site last year and the trail is there exactly as we built it, used
by thousands of people now. You
cannot tell where that road was!
There is no litter or graffiti at the cave! It looks today as it might have looked a thousand years ago. That winter, with the help of other
naturalists I had hired, we built other trails, one across the river from the
park, still being used today. Park Service personnel today have no idea how
those trails came about, or who planned and built the amphitheater today’s NPS rangers
use for interpretive programs.
Eventually
I hired several more naturalists and they were some of the best I have ever
known. We built trails in Arkansas State Parks for the next three years, and
nature centers and amphitheatres. At
Devils Den Park, a tornado downed some big oaks and I told Buddy we could use them
to make amphitheatre benches at perhaps three or four parks. He got in contact with the
superintendent there, had the oak logs split in half and cut in 40-inch
sections, then had them delivered to the parks where our crew assembled them.
You have never seen so much done so economically! In time the benches were replaced, but the amphitheatres are still there and they are still being used today, even though Arkansas’ park naturalist program is a fraction of what it once was. The name ‘naturalist’ has now been replaced by the term ‘interpreter’.
You have never seen so much done so economically! In time the benches were replaced, but the amphitheatres are still there and they are still being used today, even though Arkansas’ park naturalist program is a fraction of what it once was. The name ‘naturalist’ has now been replaced by the term ‘interpreter’.
At
the Joplin Nature Center the Missouri Department of Conservation had a flier
taped up on doors telling how the December floods had damaged the little nature
trail there. They said that it would take fifty thousand dollars to fix it and
the MDC’s operating budget is only in the neighborhood of 200 million a year.
So
I make this offer to them. Give me
ten thousand dollars and I will hire some of my old crew and we will rebuild
your trail better than it ever has been before. You cannot hire anyone who has built more miles of hiking
trails. I make this offer in all
seriousness, and the MDC ought to take me up on it. But they won’t.
Getting
fifty thousand from today’s public is a great idea because, believe me, it
isn’t going to take a fraction of that to make that trail much better than it
was. Some contractor will get the
job without bids, and he’ll pocket a bundle. He might even be related to a
commissioner, or a local politician, as so often happens.
They ought to give me the job. Heck, for fifty thousand I could build a trail from Jefferson City to Arkansas! For that money I’d even make them a couple of good wooden johnboats for hikers to use to cross the Gasconade!
I
hope you get to see some of those old trails still in use on the Buffalo River
and at Petit Jean Park and Devils Den and many other Arkansas state parks. The
names of the young men who worked so hard to make them last for more than forty
years… Dennis Whiteside, John
Green, Randy Johnson, Mike Widner, Lonnie Smith, Ray Hedrick, Tommy Cheatham, Mike
Cummings and Kent Bonar. The
Arkansas State Park system should name some of those trails after them, because
they accomplished so much.
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