On this perfect Independence Day—70°, beautiful blue sky, mild breeze drifting down the Salish Sea, the Olympics glowing on the horizon—there’s nothing I’d rather be doing than wandering by myself in a quiet forest glen, taking pictures of warblers and Cooper’s Hawks. Perhaps coming back later to do some writing: a blog entry or the draft of a new article. Yet here I am in my study, setting up group Facebook pages, reading about tragedies in unregulated industries, planning protests and organizing people to go to meetings.
It all started exactly a week ago, when my friend Melanie emailed me that my beloved city—that same city that’s known nationwide for its environmental bent—has been working for a year in secret on a proposal to establish a for-profit commercial “zipline adventure” in one of the most densely wooded parts of our park. They were collaborating with a UK company peculiarly called…
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