The journalistic cowardice of peppy, preening, self-absorbed muppets is not a sign of a coming apocalypse. It is, however, a symptom of national decline. If you can't face the future with open eyes, you're probably afraid of where you're going.
Salmon so dense, dying in the creeks so thick, one could imagine walking across right on them. And a baby porcupine sleeping soundly by a stream, spotted while hiking the National Forest at the most blue of beautiful blues Mendenhall Glacier.