Riding With Ranger Tomas

Polly woke up on the shuttle railing as the sun came up. The bus had been parked at the visitor centre all night. A man in a brown uniform was unlocking the door of a small office across the lot. His name patch read T. RODRIGUEZ. He looked up, saw her, and laughed once, quietly. "Visitor's pass is over there," he said, pointing at a kiosk. "Or you can ride with me."

Polly terbangun di pagar shuttle saat matahari terbit. Bus telah diparkir di pusat pengunjung sepanjang malam. Seorang pria berseragam cokelat sedang membuka pintu kantor kecil di seberang lapangan. Nama di patch-nya tertulis T. RODRIGUEZ. Dia melihat ke atas, melihat Polly, dan tertawa pelan. "Tiket pengunjung ada di sana," katanya, menunjuk ke sebuah kios. "Atau kamu bisa ikut berkendara denganku."

That was how Polly came to spend the morning in the passenger seat of a backcountry ranger's truck.

Begitulah cara Polly menghabiskan pagi di kursi penumpang truk ranger pedalaman.

Tomas had been a ranger at Yosemite for fourteen years. He had a Thermos of coffee, a clipboard, a radio that crackled every few minutes, and a backpack that contained, among other things, a folded-up tarp, a small saw, four energy bars, and a paperback. He drove slowly. He stopped often.

Tomas sudah menjadi ranger di Yosemite selama empat belas tahun. Dia membawa termos kopi, clipboard, radio yang berderak setiap beberapa menit, dan ransel yang berisi, antara lain, terpal yang dilipat, gergaji kecil, empat batang energi, dan buku saku. Dia mengemudi perlahan. Dia sering berhenti.

The first stop was at a meadow near Sentinel Rock. Tomas put on a wide-brimmed hat and walked out into the grass. He was looking, he told Polly, for signs that bears had been browsing on the wildflowers. "In June we get the corn lilies coming up. Bears love them. We mark the meadows where they feed so visitors give them space."

Pemberhentian pertama adalah di padang rumput dekat Sentinel Rock. Tomas mengenakan topi bertepi lebar dan berjalan ke dalam rumput. Dia mencari, katanya pada Polly, tanda-tanda bahwa beruang telah memakan bunga liar. "Pada bulan Juni, bunga lili jagung mulai tumbuh. Beruang menyukainya. Kami menandai padang rumput tempat mereka makan agar pengunjung memberi mereka ruang."

Polly hopped down to the truck's open window. The grass was wet to her knees. The corn lilies were not up yet. They were just green spears about a hand's width above the ground. Tomas made a small note on his clipboard and they moved on.

Polly melompat turun ke jendela truk yang terbuka. Rumput basah hingga lututnya. Bunga lili jagung belum muncul. Mereka hanya tombak hijau sekitar selebar tangan di atas tanah. Tomas membuat catatan kecil di clipboard-nya dan mereka melanjutkan perjalanan.

The road climbed. They passed a sign that said TIOGA ROAD CLOSED, and another that said FOR SHUTTLE TRAFFIC ONLY. Tomas waved at a colleague in another truck coming the other way. The road wound up the granite shoulder of the valley wall. The air cooled.

Jalan mulai mendaki. Mereka melewati tanda yang bertuliskan TIOGA ROAD CLOSED, dan tanda lain yang bertuliskan FOR SHUTTLE TRAFFIC ONLY. Tomas melambaikan tangan kepada seorang kolega di truk lain yang datang dari arah berlawanan. Jalan berliku-liku di bahu granit dinding lembah. Udara menjadi lebih sejuk.

At one switchback, Tomas stopped and pointed. A peregrine falcon was sitting on a knob of rock about thirty metres away. Polly's red head tilted. The peregrine looked at her, at Tomas, and back at her. Then it dropped off the rock and was gone.

Di salah satu tikungan, Tomas berhenti dan menunjuk. Seekor elang peregrin sedang duduk di tonjolan batu sekitar tiga puluh meter jauhnya. Kepala merah Polly miring. Elang peregrin itu melihatnya, melihat Tomas, dan kembali melihatnya. Kemudian ia meluncur dari batu dan menghilang.

"They nest on the cliffs," Tomas said. "Pulled them off the endangered list a long while back, but we still count. Got six pairs in the valley this year."

"Mereka bersarang di tebing," kata Tomas. "Sudah lama mereka keluar dari daftar terancam punah, tapi kami masih menghitung. Ada enam pasang di lembah tahun ini."

Polly thought about the falcon's drop. From a standing perch to vanished in less than a second. There was a particular way it had folded its wings as it left. She wanted to try it. Maybe tomorrow.

Polly memikirkan cara elang itu meluncur. Dari tempat bertengger berdiri hingga menghilang dalam waktu kurang dari satu detik. Ada cara khusus ia melipat sayapnya saat pergi. Dia ingin mencobanya. Mungkin besok.

At the next pull-off, Tomas got out and walked into the woods alone. He came back ten minutes later carrying a metal cylinder. "Bear-proof food locker someone tried to bury," he said. "Educational opportunity." He put it in the truck bed. The cylinder rolled and clanked.

Di pemberhentian berikutnya, Tomas keluar dan berjalan ke hutan sendirian. Dia kembali sepuluh menit kemudian membawa silinder logam. "Loker makanan tahan beruang yang seseorang coba kubur," katanya. "Kesempatan edukasi." Dia meletakkannya di bak truk. Silinder itu berguling dan berderak.

Near noon they came out at an overlook called Olmsted Point. The whole sweep of the high country opened in front of them. Tenaya Lake at the bottom of a granite bowl. Half Dome from behind. Polar grey peaks fading into haze.

Menjelang siang, mereka tiba di sebuah tempat pandang bernama Olmsted Point. Seluruh bentangan dataran tinggi terbuka di depan mereka. Danau Tenaya di dasar mangkuk granit. Half Dome dari belakang. Puncak abu-abu polaris memudar ke kabut.

"This," Tomas said, "is the part most people drive past." He poured a small amount of his coffee into the lid of his Thermos and set it next to Polly on the dashboard. "Stay a while."

"Ini," kata Tomas, "adalah bagian yang kebanyakan orang lewati begitu saja." Dia menuangkan sedikit kopi ke tutup termosnya dan meletakkannya di sebelah Polly di dasbor. "Tinggallah sebentar."