I suppose someone had a rationalization for this (I have never seen the park so crowded), but if we can't avoid toying with the concept of a park reserve then we have little hope of avoiding a strip mining of our entire landscape in the quest for fossil fuels.
Like G. Bush and his ongoing fruitless quest with removing red cedar from his ranch, a significant fraction of the population has this strange innate desire to control their environment.
Bush showed reporters an injury to his forehead, a scrape from "combat with a Cedar" while brush-clearing at his ranch. "I eventually won. The Cedar gave me a little scratch," he said.Won what? The battle? Or the war?
Update: The great Digby also ruminates on this man's obsession, which I think expresses insight into fundamental human nature.
So he clears brush like a madman everytime he gets the chance, hiding behind his Oakley's, blessedly unable to hear anything over the sound of chainsaws ---- maybe even the voices inside his head that remind him that he's still got three more years of this horrible responsibility he knows he cannot handle.