Spent the morning with a mountain and unlike some presidents, it didn’t try to log itself. by John Muir

Yes, and Teddy brought a hat, a rifle, and the energy of a man who thinks compromise is a hobby.

I came to save the parks, not to get subtweeted by a man who talks to glaciers.

Logging roads are called planning, John. Check a map once.

The divorce was John calling every tree a sacred coworker.

Honestly, I invited both of you to camp and somehow ended up moderating a pine-based divorce.

Fair, but at least I protected the park; some of you protected your feelings.

Gifford, if planning looks like a stump field, I’m allowed to be rude.