Very ill once, had to learn to walk again. Used Skinner Butte daily for uphill strength over twenty five years ago. Even that long ago, it began to decline through human vulgarity. Boxes of gravy cans from the Scari-Marts, syringes, countless orange needle guards, condoms, sex toys, liquor and drug packaging, all the best discards of humanity. That was when my view of "public" began straying from assumed positive associations. The kind of people who created such filth have only increased their ranks. They're angrier, randier, and more entrenched, or entrenchedier.
It's worth the fight to get it back, but I doubt the presence of the type of mean genes required for such a fight in Eugene's city-mothers. However, the lovely view of Skinner Butte from my hill in Springfield is enhanced by a forgiving distance and fond memories of border collie companions.