Don’t let the dust cover trick you - this book is not about the future of parks. This is a book about an old man complaining that people use the trails differently than him - the ultimate boomer nature writing that will certainly have the crotchety fellow nodding their heads the whole time. Of particular note is how he is sad that younger generations don’t participate in the outdoors as much, but rather than explore the reasons why - like economic disenfranchisement, the triumph of suburbia, and access difficulties - he simply waves it away as too much TV and video games. And that’s basically the whole book - bringing up problems without any solutions, and the shallowest of considerations for why the future is different.