When you head up (and up) the road to Jacks Peak Park, right before the gatehouse you'll see a simple wooden sign (as shown above)—yellow lettering on a plain brown background. A promise? I believe so. A statement of fact, calling things as they are and have been for quite some time: this is a natural area and as such it is protected.
The dictionary defines protect this way: "to defend or guard from attack, invasion, loss,annoyance, insult, etc.; cover or shield from injury or danger."
All the natural things that receive our protection there: the oaks and Monterey pines, the little wing-ed insects, the red-shafted flicker that stopped long enough upon a branch yesterday for me to see the speckles on its chest, even that pervasive poison oak, protected. All deserving of our care and regard, our devotion to Jacks Peak Park, a natural place.