A few weeks ago I went to a spot that I love not only for its beauty, but also its solitude. There’s always a few peeps around doing their thing but I wasn’t expecting to see the number of tourists that ventured off the beaten path to spock out the spot. I noticed it made me a bit pouty as they just didn’t seem to fit the vibe of the place. As a local truck pulled up thumping reggae and finding no where to park, I quickly had my reality turned around as I’m sure for them I was as much a part of their ‘choke tourist’ observation as anyone else.
What a drag to have your secret playground found out, become over crowded, sign posted, put into guide books, recommended by concierge, gated and finally built on.
I wrestle with this point as I’m part of the problem I gripe about. I didn’t grow up here yet after nearly 19 years on the rock my heart breaks at the lightning speed of change and growth. I own a house here on what used to be pristine land and my business contributes to tourists showing up where I think they don't belong! Who am I to stick out my bottom lip as I live the good life?
Still, Joni Mitchel had it right...