Along the boardwalk at Red Spring, this small area always has tootsie prints left behind by the actual locals around this part of the Mojave Desert. Very cool, isn’t it? Now, I wanna vent just a bit if I may. Along this very newly reconstructed boardwalk, there are multiple signs asking you to please stay on the boardwalk!
Around halfway through my walk, I heard a child crying in the distance. I have no idea why the child was upset, but what I saw at that point just pissed me off!
Remember those signs I mentioned? Further along the path, I heard women chatting. Two women, which lends itself to the five children who were atop a huge boulder. The area that is mostly enclosed by this boardwalk is meant to be preserved as-is. Or, to represent how the actual, natural environment in this tiny prarie should look.
As you may know, I am not a native of Nevada. I come from the land of the ice and snow. Apparently, I have far more respect for this beautiful desert than born-and-raised locals do, although I have no idea if these women were born and raised here.
As I passed by these women, they said hello to me which is nice, and I responded in kind. But, I also mentioned that “you know that those children should not be out there, right”?
Silence. Silencio. Nada.
And I walked on, heading for the parking area. Seriously? I will assume that they are Millennials or Americans who haven’t got a damned clue about basic manners and what I call Decent Society. Sorry if you’re a Millennial. I don’t mean to offend, but there are still simple, basic rules of proper conduct in my country.
I never looked back, but I so much hope that these women retrieved those children who are unknowingly stomping out a preserved area. I love my adopted home, apparently much more so than assumedly born-and-raised Nevadans. Thanks for listening.