“A thousand Yellowstone wonders are calling, ‘Look up and down and round about you!’” In an 1885 essay, John Muir waxed rhapsodic about the nation’s first national park, then just 13 years old. Yellowstone’s wonders still were little known except to Native Americans who had been on the land for millennia; East coasters assumed it was a “park” akin to New York City’s Central Park. At its 150th birthday, Yellowstone is an eternity away from that wrongheaded view, and enmeshed in raft of modern-day complexities never envisioned its youth.

Stream-bank erosion by the Cuyahoga River has prompted an emergency riverbank stabilization project at Cuyahoga Valley National Park in Ohio to prevent railroad tracks from being impacted, the park announced Friday.

Later this summer the cost of camping in the backcountry of Grand Canyon National Park is going to jump 50 percent per night for each member in your group.

People love the national parks, to the point where many, including Kurt Repanshek in his compelling column in a recent edition of the Traveler, worry that we are loving them to death. I argue that, in at least one respect, we are not loving them enough.