And man might fancy his relationship to the park to be a custodial one. But the place isn't dominated. You can feel it instantly. Psychically, the land is wild. The road winds and winds.
Mountains appear on the horizon.
The horizon that's still the park. In fact it's only the middle of the park. The place is truly huge, measured only in square miles. The Chisos rear up. They're mountains of volcanic slag, and they look it in a certain light they appear molten, vulcanized.