On this day in 1946, the General Land Office and the Grazing Service merged and became the Bureau of Land Management within the Department of the Interior (@americasgreatoutdoors). With historical roots spanning 200+ years, the BLM now manages many places – like ghost towns, mining camps, and homesteads – that give visitors a glimpse of our nation’s history.
And we manage national monuments, wilderness, wild and scenic rivers and other specially-designated areas as well as recreation areas - from backyard to backcountry - with an eye to the future.
Today, on our 69th “birthday,” we share a few of those amazing landscapes.
BLM New Mexico Las Cruces District Hosts Girls Summer Camp
Story by Deborah E. Stevens. Photos by Eileen Davis and McKinney Briske.
Adding to the list of accomplishments for the “Every Kid in a Park” initiative, the BLM Las Cruces District hosted a week-long day camp from June 20-24 for 12 fourth-grade girls from Sunrise Elementary School in Las Cruces, New Mexico. The camp focused on field trips and hands-on activities aimed at building the girls’ awareness of their surrounding public lands and natural environment.
The camp was co-sponsored by the BLM Las Cruces District and Friends of the Organ Mountains-Desert Peaks National Monument. The BLM’s Fort Stanton Snowy River Cave Conservation Area, the Lincoln National Forest, and White Sands National Monument also participated.
“Watching the girls engage and enjoy our public lands is so rewarding and inspiring,” said Eileen Davis, BLM Las Cruces District volunteer coordinator. “And for a week in June, the BLM Las Cruces District and other agencies had the privilege of introducing these girls to a variety of science, technology, engineering, math, and conservation activities, specially designed to build their literacy in these fields.”
And when it all was over
what little of us remained
stood watching our reflected phantoms
melt into the summer rain
while, below us, the deserters
of our causative constructions
opted out of the assembled
to witness our self-destruction
Now each scar stands as a monument
and youth as absolution
Once, we ruled the night like vengeful gods
the streets like revolution
But history spares no leathered tome
for lesser lessons learned
so we fall to crippled knees to pray
to clay stone might return