Pemba Serves weekly reads

Splitter Choss: Our Favorite “New” Climbing Websites
“It seems there’s no end of new climbing blogs popping up daily, but most follow the same unfortunate path. Start out strong for a little while, but when the reality of keeping regular updates sets in, the spark fades and the site languishes into obscurity. (Pimpin and Crimpin where did you go!?!?) There are, however, some great new sites I’ve come across recently, and here’s to hoping they can keep a good thing going. (And when I say “new,” I mean new to me, as some of these have been around for quite awhile).”

Grand Rapids bicyclists agree: City’s bicycle culture is growing, getting better
“On a warm summer evening – perfect for bicycling – about 100 bicycling enthusiasts instead gathered at Wealthy Theatre for a panel discussion about their favorite subject – bicycling.”

From the Lean-To: Documerica
“I’ve spent too much time in front of the computer, sitting at the minituare aqua-green cafe table that overlooks my block, cold beer in hand, gazing at the Documerica photos that grace the National Archives’ Flickr pages. The bright reds and oranges of the desert rocks, the old Appalachian Trail signs, the midnight campfires, that, for no reason other than being lit sometime in the mid 70’s, just seem cooler than any fire I’ve ever lit.”

Crisis: National Parks Are Polluted, Crumbling, Underfunded, and Likely to Get Worse
“America’s best idea is in a bad way. The National Parks Conservation Association has just issued a dire warning about the state of our national parks. The NPCA, a 325,000-member group with a lobbying arm in D.C., also has a research arm based in Fort Collins, Colorado, the Center for Park Research. Interestingly, that latter’s acronym is CPR, which is what their latest findings suggest are in order for the nation’s 400 parks, 80 of which were thoroughly surveyed in a nearly decade-long inventory of the state of our national parks.”

I Kicked a Squirrel Into the Grand Canyon
“It was a mid-July morning during my fifth summer on Grand Canyon National Park’s trail crew, and I arrived at the worksite on the South Kaibab Trail to find an old woman — memory casts her with doughy white skin and frumpy teal-colored clothes — perched on a rock on the side of the trail. She was quite contentedly scattering sunflower seeds about her, and amid the seeds, practically sitting on her lap, hastily shoving the booty into its wadded cheeks, was the One-Eyed Squirrel of Ooh-Aah Point.”

The City and Bikes: Rubber Meets Road
“Spring was a little shrill and embarrassing. There were crazed media furies about bike lanes, non-stop reports of police crackdowns, hyperbolic worries that the city was transforming into an effete Euro village. If we didn’t defend our streets, the cyclists would overtake Manhattan. Mayor Bloomberg and Department of Transportation commissioner Janette Sadik-Khan would open a leg-shaving station in Union Square.”

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