County needs to come together, quit squabbling

Montezuma County is a jewel, located at the place where four states converge, boasting of a unique mix of desert and mountains, and a rich diversity of peoples. But instead of being a land where most of the inhabitants are prosperous and happy, we suffer from many woes: rampant alcoholism and meth use, domestic violence, child abuse, and poverty.

What has gone wrong? Two of our main industries are the traditional ones of agriculture and tourism. Both are hit-or-miss operations. The success of agriculture depends on the weather, prices, and other things we can’t control, like mad-cow disease. Tourism also depends on many factors that are beyond our control. Nearly every year we hear the cry, “Well, it would have been a good year except for the hantavirus (or wildfires, or fugitives, or gas prices – you fill in the blank).”

But when it comes to economic development, we can’t seem to look beyond the obvious. We waste time trying to attract some big company to come here when no major industry is going to locate away from an interstate or a railroad. We fall for flim-flam men that offer to build big gun-manufacturing and guarddog training facilities here and turn out to be phonies. We shout, “Hurray, Wal-Mart!” when we should have given them the door the first chance we got.

I spoke to a woman who works at Wal-Mart and asked her why she was headed there on her day off. “With the wages they pay me, I can’t afford to shop anywhere else,” she replied. So we are no better off now than we were in the days of the company store, when the wages paid were designed to just allow one to buy one’s daily needs and no more.

Wal-Mart is a cancer supported by shoppers with a smoker’s mentality: I know it’s killing me, but I just can’t quit. Yet we rush to support Wal-Mart instead of trying to help our local businesses out and keep them going. And what are we seeing? Several businesses leaving downtown Cortez, and a new strip mall going in near Wal-Mart. Something is wrong with this picture.

Then we come to the LIZ debacle, Landowner-Initiated Zoning, the zoning system in Montezuma County. Newcomers should be aware that when one purchases a piece of land, there is no guarantee that the property next to yours won’t become a pig farm, tire dump or gravel pit, not to mention a destination for old junk automobiles. Private property rights are much mentioned, but the question arises: Whose – mine or yours?

Under LIZ there are no definite and clear guidelines. We need a system designed for the 21st century instead of something drafted by a group who still live in the 18th century, a system that supposedly gives power to the landowner but in reality delegates the final decision to a small minority of elected officials.

No business wants to relocate to a county where the guidelines aren’t clear. So LIZ is hampering our economic development as well as our personal rights to have some protection when we buy our land.

Then we have the constant argument between ranchers and environmentalists. Let’s tell the truth. Camping, hiking, biking, cattle and sheep-grazing all, if done to excess, can create problems on our public lands. Lack of understanding on all sides is what truly causes the controversy.

Wars were fought over sheep and cattle grazing in the same area. We now know that both can graze the same area and it can be good for the soil. We need to learn how to talk together and get along instead of arguing over foolish things. This is a lesson that needs to be learned not only by ranchers and environmentalists, but by our city, county and town leaders. Don’t get me wrong. This is only my interpretation of this area and I take full responsibility for everything said. No, I am not going to leave. I have lived here longer than anywhere else in my life. I chose Montezuma County for its beauty and unique qualities and I still believe in those.

But I think we could do better. Let’s support our small locally owned businesses instead of bringing more giant corporate outlets. Let’s be creative in finding solutions to our problems. And our economic-development efforts have to focus on growing our own businesses using the strengths of our local area instead of trying to bring in some big new business to operate here.

Galen Larson is a landowner in rural Montezuma County.

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Fearless at 40

I remember when my father turned 40. I remember all the buildup to the day, the party preparations, the excitement. My mom and all of their friends made such a big deal out of it – 40 was a huge birthday, filled with angst, practical jokes and well-wishers. No one wanted to turn 40 – it was REALLY old.

Well, personally, I don’t think it’s all that old. I mean, what’s the big deal, it’s just a year past 39, after all. Guess who’s turning 40 this month… yep, me.

Do I feel old? Do I feel panicked? Am I having a midlife crisis? Should I be?

You know, as I look at 40 (and back over all of the past 39+ years) I realize that I have so much more than I ever thought I would at this point in my life — more wrinkles, more gray hairs and more age spots, too.

I never thought that I would be looking in the mirror pulling on the skin under my chin (chicken flab), or plucking those renegade white hairs out of my head (yeah, you know, the ones that refuse to lie down, making sure that everyone sees them). The backs of my hands, which used to be my pride and joy because they were so strong, now have funny brown splotches that I can’t write off as freckles or climbing dings any more (liver spots). I have more Granny Flab under my arms, too.

I have more aches and pains – my back, my neck, my feet. I average one doctor visit per week at this point.

I have more pairs of bifocals than any one person deserves.

I spend more time with my friends beginning sentences with, “Do you remember?…”

I have more memory lapses.

I get more mammograms, I have regular visits to the skin doctor and I hear the word menopause a lot more.

I read “Revenge of the Middle-Aged Housewife” and related to it.

When I read greeting cards in the store, I automatically grab for the ones depicting white-haired old ladies talking about their breasts tucking into their belts.

I had a conversation today about liking Olivia Newton-John.

I have more debt, more bills, more boxes of useless memorabilia in the attic.

I also have more friends and more joy than I ever thought possible. I have more love in my life than I could have dreamed of. I have two woundup and totally lovable boys, plus a husband who is just the same. I live in a place that I love, a place that feeds my soul.

I have happiness.

Really, the teenage years were absolute misery — zits, braces, bad sweaters and making out behind the gym with some pimply, stubbly boy.

Twenty-something wasn’t all that great either — 53 job changes, bad Lycra, too much booze and making out in the back seat of some random car.

The 30 years got better, but they still had their downside too; the pregnant months, the “no-sleep” years, baby spitup on all of my bad baggy overalls and never having time or energy to make out at all.

Forty is all about peace and acceptance. I’m past the braces, the boozing and the baby spitup. I don’t care any more if I wear bad clothes ( I do draw the line at Lycra and leg warmers), the only braces in my life will be my children’s and I suddenly find myself wanting to make out again.

So, even thought my breasts, stomach and butt are all heading quickly in the direction of the floor…

Even though I can’t see across the street without squinting…

Even though I can’t remember my own husband’s name (although I do remember that I love him)…

Even though I feel like the old fart at work…

Even though hearing of friends staying out until midnight makes me shake my head in disbelief… Even though I often say, “I used to…”

And even though there are many things that I know now will probably not happen in this lifetime (like climbing an 8,000-meter peak or becoming a Hollywood sex symbol)… I am happy.

I wouldn’t trade 40 for any other age in the world.

Suzanne Strazza, who still has a few good years left in her, writes from Mancos.

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Just a reminder

When a spouse has a birthday, it’s customary to purchase some sort of gift, a token of affection and remembrance, a material pleasure that means, Gee, I’m glad you were born! Forgetting about this courtesy can lead to…well, let’s just say life goes on, and as we grow older we fiddle with the change in our pockets and pretend it adds up to wisdom.

You see, I really had intended to pick up a birthday gift last week while shopping at the Farmington Mall, but I got distracted. The men’s sales rack in a department store presented an excellent price on a pair of khaki hiking shorts and then the word Reduced made the shorts almost impossible to ignore. I grabbed the last pair in my size and headed for the checkout line.

I stood in the checkout line, holding the new shorts, with a long line of customers. I could hear a few of them around me starting to grumble. The store had the resources to purchase six cashier stations but apparently only two employees. Finally I approached the lone cashier. He glanced at me, almost furtively, and then started scanning the merchandise I had placed on the counter. While I watched his computer, the message Say Hello appeared on the screen. It sounded like a good idea, so I said, “Hello.”

He gave me a curious look, attempted a smile, took my money, and almost made the correct change. As I gave the erroneous dollar back to him, I noticed that his computer displayed a new message: Say Thank You. So I did, and I headed out of the store under the scrutiny of the security camera, aware that I had probably violated an unwritten shopper’s protocol by being more cheerful than someone who had stood in line for over 10 minutes ought to have sounded.

Not until I reached the parking lot, fumbling for my keys, did it occur to me that the messages on the computer appeared as reminders for the cashier — not for me — of a customer service policy, perhaps required by the store’s management: Say “Hello” when you meet the customer, and say “Thank you” once the transaction has been completed.

I felt like a fool for missing the point so much earlier, but I also felt a pang of indignation, that a computer had to be employed to prompt the words that ought to have passed between us without the assistance of gizmos and gadgets. Clearly, my cashier had failed to perform according to company standards, but then again, how many of us perform much better?

In the weeks since my visit to the Farmington Mall, I’ve had the opportunity to say hello and thank you to literally dozens of checkout computers: the software is more common in retail businesses than I had ever previously suspected. Even at home I’ve tried to keep in practice by addressing our microwave when it beeps. It’s a good habit to cultivate: simple courtesy. After all, there may come a time when, say, your spouse will not talk to you for a few days, and just hearing your own voice can make all the difference.

David Feela is a teacher at Montezuma-Cortez High School, and is now free for the summer.

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Wild and free – and headed for the slaughterhouse

On a clear and blazing day in late May, a white pickup truck jolted along a narrow road through a remote stretch of the Disappointment Valley northwest of Dolores and east of Dove Creek.

Though the hillsides burst with fiery yellow and smoky purple wildflowers, the landscape was anything but lush. Dry creekbeds shone white with alkali; the soil, upon close inspection, bore more tough shrubs than tender grass or flowers – green rabbitbrush and black sage, along with some Indian ricegrass and needle-and-thread.

“Keep your eyes open,” the driver, Pati Temple of McElmo Canyon, told her two passengers. “They could be anywhere.”

Suddenly the truck bounced over a rise and a band of about a dozen horses – brown, black, gray – became visible.

All looked well-fed and healthy, despite the bleak landscape; several had gangly foals trotting at their sides. “There they are,” Temple said. “Look at the stallion! Isn’t he beautiful?” A gray, well-muscled stallion eyed the truck warily as it approached, then turned and moseyed away. He seemed little concerned, but when the three humans left the truck and began to walk toward the horses, he suddenly swung and started toward them. The visitors beat a hasty and undignified retreat.

Later, as the truck jolted along another road, a second small band of horses appeared, this time mostly paints. These mustangs didn’t wait for a closer look but galloped swiftly away, manes flying, into a valley where a couple of distant pronghorns also could be seen.

It was an idyllic vision that might have been taken from a book by Walter Farley, Marguerite Henry or Mary O’Hara.

The bond between human and horse has been the stuff of legend ever since the first intrepid person climbed aboard an equine back. Celebrated in story and song for their beauty, speed and intelligence, horses – especially wild horses – hold a special place in our hearts.

But the true picture of wild-horse life in America isn’t romantic. It includes, of course, great privations and struggles to exist on the acreage still allotted to the horses. Lately, it also includes the grim image of wild horses being slaughtered and served on dinner plates in Europe, or ground into pet food.

Last year, Sen. Conrad Burns (RMont.) quietly attached a rider to the giant Omnibus Appropriations Bill, which was passed by Congress in December. The rider allows some wild horses to be sold for slaughter. The practice enrages people like Temple, a member of the National Mustang Association’s Colorado chapter, which looks after the Spring Creek herd. She and her husband have adopted and gentled five mustangs. She admires them for their intelligence and gentleness, their wild yet sociable nature. And she believes they deserve better at the hands of human beings.

“The public is in love with horses in general and wild horses in particular,” she said. “Most people, I don’t believe, know about the Burns rider.”

But word is spreading. A rising public outcry caused the Bureau of Land Management, the agency responsible for managing most of the nation’s wild horse and burro herds, to shut down its sales April 27 after it was learned that 41 horses had been resold and slaughtered at an Illinois meat-packing plant. Six of them had been sold in Cañon City to a former rodeo cowboy who claimed he wanted them for a church youth group.

The BLM resumed sales in May after adopting new regulations that provide criminal penalties for people who knowingly sell or resell a wild horse for slaughter.

The BLM is also trying to work out agreements with the nation’s slaughterhouses so that they will reject any wild horses or burros. However, critics say the regulations aren’t enough. On May 19, the U.S. House passed an amendment (on its way the Senate at press time) that cut funding for the controversial BLM sales program. (Colorado Third District Congressional Rep. John Salazar voted against the amendment.)

Horses native to North America

Horses are native to North America, but they disappeared around 7000 B.C., probably hunted to extinction by early man. They returned millennia later with the arrival of the Spaniards in the 1500s and became enormously popular, numbering 2 million or 3 million by the late 1800s.

But when automobiles were invented the horse lost popularity, and many were turned loose to join wild herds. They were viewed as competitors to livestock. There followed an era of great butchery during which horses were hunted for sport and slaughter, chased by helicopters and motor vehicles, run off cliffs, tied to tires to exhaust them, shot in corrals like fish in a bucket or stuffed into trucks half-alive to be hauled to slaughterhouses.

Velma Johnston, a Nevada secretary who earned the nickname “Wild Horse Annie,” reportedly spotted blood leaking out of a livestock truck and followed it to a rendering plant. Inside she discovered mustangs so crowded that one had been trampled to death. She began a campaign that led to a 1959 law that forbade the use of aircraft or motor vehicles to capture wild horses or burros. Then, after a prolonged public outcry that sent more letters pouring in to Congress than any issue except the Vietnam War, the Wild Free-Roaming Horse & Burro Act was passed in 1971.

The act proclaimed wild horses and burros to be “living symbols of the historic and pioneer spirit of the West” and stated “that they contribute to the diversity of life forms within the Nation and enrich the lives of the American people; and that these horses and burros are fast disappearing from the American scene.”

It put the BLM and, in some cases, the U.S. Forest Service in charge of managing the herds, and said the horses could remain in the areas where they were in existence when the act was passed.

The law also stipulated that the animals be managed at their then-current population level, which the BLM estimated at 17,000. Horse advocates and some scientists later said that was a gross underestimate – the BLM counted 42,000 horses just three years later when it did its first census. But 17,000 remained a target level.

The BLM Adopt-a-Horse program was created in 1976.

In addition, two measures, S. 576 and H.R. 297, have been introduced that would permanently restore the prohibition on the commercial sale and slaughter of wild free-roaming horses and burros.

But even while the prohibition was in place, wild horses were still being slaughtered for food. A 1997 Pulitzer- Prize-winning series by the Associated Press found that up to 90 percent of the animals rounded up by the BLM were being slaughtered. In some cases, BLM employees were adopting the horses for the minimum $125 fee and then reselling them for a profit.

And there is no prohibition on selling domestic horses for consumption; some 60,000, most still in good condition, are sold for slaughter every year in the United States, according to the U.S. Department of Agriculture.

But wild horses and burros are supposed to be protected from such actions by the 1971 Wild Free-Roaming Horse & Burro Act.

And beyond the sensational issue of whether mustangs and burros can be sold for dog food or gourmet meals, a larger debate remains over how many of the animals the nation’s public lands can sustain.

BLM officials maintain that the horses are continually overpopulating their allotted areas and have to be periodically culled, whether through adoption or sales.

Wild-horse advocates, however, contend that it’s ridiculous to say there is an excess of wild horses when there are only about 37,000 nationwide, compared to some 4 million cattle and sheep occupying public lands.

“Overpopulation? If I hear that one more time, I’m going to scream,” said Karen Sussman, president of the International Society for the Protection of Mustangs and Burros, the oldest such group in the United States. “In 1971 there were 60,000 wild horses and burros in the West. Today there are 36,000. By the time they finish it will be down to 23,000.”

The BLM has “zeroed out,” or eliminated, 100 herds since 1971 and reduced the animals’ range by more than 15 million acres, said Sussman, who cares for three wild herds on her South Dakota ranch that were removed from public lands. “That isn’t overpopulation, it’s an onslaught.”

The BLM reportedly wants to cut the mustang and burro population to 25,000 by 2006. The National Cattlemen’s Beef Association has complained to Congress about wild horses reducing forage for livestock. But grazing conflicts aren’t the only reason mustangs may be reduced in numbers.

One of Colorado’s four remaining wild herds, the West Douglas near Parachute, may be removed from its range because of oil and gas development. An Environmental Assessment is expected to be made public shortly regarding an amendment that will review the question of whether to retain the West Douglas herd, which now numbers 97, according to Francis Ackley, the BLM’s wild-horse program leader for Colorado.

“It’s an awful dense (oil and gas) development area there and it may alter the territory of the horses,” Ackley explained. Thus the horses may move off their designated territory. By law mustangs can’t be maintained on any other public lands than those where they were when the 1971 act was passed.

Nationwide, wild horses and burros are scattered across 10 Western states, with the largest number in Nevada. They are confined to Herd Management Areas, which must be bounded by fences or natural topographical barriers so the horses can’t stray. Mustangs share the range with wildlife and domestic livestock grazing under permits.

Colorado’s four herds are in:

  • The 22,000-acre Spring Creek HMA in the Disappointment;
  • The 123,000-acre Piceance Basin HMA west of Meeker, home to the West Douglas Herd;
  • The Little Book Cliffs Wild Horse Range near Grand Junction,
  • The 160,000-acre Sandwash Basin HMA northwest of Craig.

The areas currently hold a total of about 800 adult mustangs (there are no wild burros in Colorado), Ackley said. It doesn’t sound like many, but the BLM says the ideal number is 400 to 500.

Mustang herds reproduce at anywhere from 5 to 30 percent a year, with 15 percent being the average. When numbers rise above the Appropriate Management Level for an HMA, a roundup, or “gather,” is generally scheduled.

The last gather in Colorado took place at Little Book Cliffs in October 2004, Ackley said. Seventy-eight horses were removed; 50 of them were adopted, some older ones will be taken to sanctuaries, and another dozen were shipped to adoptions elsewhere in the country, he said.

Because there have been no gathers since the Burns rider passed in December, it hasn’t yet affected how wild horses are handled in Colorado, Ackley said.

But more gathers are coming. Five years after its last roundup, the Spring Creek herd may be facing one in August. A count taken in May found that the herd contains 93 adults, with 12 foals and probably more on the way, said Bob Ball, the BLM naturalresource specialist responsible for overseeing the herd.

“That’s high,” Ball said, adding that the ALM is 35 to 65.

Before any gather, an environmental assessment must be completed, followed by a public-comment period. If the gather gets the go-ahead, an adoption will follow at the Montezuma County Fairgrounds.

It’s what will happen at that roundup, and others like it nationwide, that concerns wild-horse advocates. For decades, young mustangs that were rounded up were offered for adoption, while older ones and others not likely to be adopted were supposed to be taken to long-term holding facilities in Oklahoma and Kansas.

Rules required that anyone adopting a mustang had to keep it for a year before reselling it, thus trying to ensure that those adopting the horses wanted to keep them.

But not enough people want to adopt mustangs. Concern over the rising numbers of horses in holding facilities and the cost of caring for them prompted Sen. Burns to sponsor his rider, which requires the BLM to sell horses over 10 years old and those that have failed three times to be adopted. Buyers can take the horses for any purpose, including slaughter.

Europeans and Asians view eating horses as no worse than eating a cow or pig. Americans, however, are squeamish about killing and consuming animals that are a beloved part of the Western landscape and history. Furthermore, advocates say it is cruel to capture animals that are as wild as deer and elk and haul them to a slaughterhouse.

“It would be kinder to kill them right there (at the roundup),” Temple said. “They have to be chased and penned and transported in trucks. The stress level for them is incredible. It’s a miracle that any of them even make it to the slaughterhouse.”

She believes there are better ways of controlling horse numbers, such as contraceptive injections that can delay reproduction in mares. The BLM is interested in the drug, but its use is not yet widespread.

Predation, mainly by mountain lions, is successful in controlling a few wildhorse herds nationwide as well, Temple said. However, that can be unpopular with ranchers.

Sussman argues that mustang populations don’t need to be artificially controlled, at least not in the foreseeable future.

“If I had a magic wand I would stop all wild-horse gathers immediately,” said Sussman. “We’ve lost 97 percent of our wildlife in the West and we have lost close to that of our wild horses. We have so few on public lands that we will never again in our lifetimes see this tremendous genetic diversity that they had.”

Experts agree that, for a mustang herd to have genetic viability, it needs 150 to 200 horses, but most herds are much smaller. The BLM tries to cope with the problem by occasionally hauling animals, usually mares, from one herd to another. Three young mares brought in to the Spring Creek herd were quickly picked up by stallions, Ball said.

He said it’s the only way to keep herds from being inbred. “We will never have the forage capacity in that acreage to have anywhere near 150 horses,” he said.

Sussman, however, maintains that wild horses have high reproduction rates precisely because their numbers are so small. If allowed to rebound, they would slow their breeding, she said.

“In 1980 the fertility rate was only 10 or 12 percent. Now it’s 18 percent or so,” she said. “Any time you take massive numbers of a species away they are going to try to repopulate themselves.”

Ackley said reproductive rates do naturally decline among horses as their population grows. “I think it’s simply a function of better conditions for the horses that are out there, fewer animals competing for the forage.”

Supporters of the BLM sales program say an estimated 8,400 horses must be sold this year to open up space in holding facilities. U.S. Rep. Jim Gibbons (R-Nev.) said the horses to be sold are inferior.

“These are not the horses you envision as Black Beauty,” he told the Las Vegas Review-Journal. “If they were, they wouldn’t have a hard time being adopted. These are horses weakened, deformed genetically.”

But mustang advocates disagree.

“That is so far from the truth,” Sussman said. “When I have to euthanize a wild horse, I have to use double the strength (of the drug). Does that tell you anything about their fitness?”

Temple and Sussman both say wild horses are superior to domestic horses in every way. Roaming some 17 miles a day, eating a variety of shrubs and grasses, interacting with other herd members, they are well-conditioned physically and mentally.

Researchers studying mustangs have found their hooves are better adapted than domestic horses’, they suffer less from parasites, and they have fewer digestive problems because of their high-fiber diet.

Ackley himself adopted an orphaned foal and leased another mustang for years, an animal he called “a good allaround horse.”

Ackley said most of Colorado’s mustangs are indeed in good shape and the BLM wants to keep them that way by not overcrowding the range, which they must share. “We can’t manage wild horses in a vacuum,” he said.

A program at Cañon City allows prison inmates who weren’t convicted of abusive crimes to saddle-train mustangs. At a recent auction, one such horse was adopted for $5,800 and two others went for $3,500 each, Ackley said.

Ackley said if the BLM sales program continues as allowed by the Burns rider, the agency in Colorado would probably try to leave most horses that would qualify as sale-eligible out of its roundups. “Most of those 11-and-older animals would be turned back,” he said. Ball is confident that if there is a gather of the Spring Creek herd, most of the excess animals would be adopted. The horses, believed to be descended from U.S. Cavalry mounts turned loose in the 1800s, have Morgan and Thoroughbred blood, he said.

“We’ve got some good quality horses out there,” Ball said. “I would expect most if not all of those would be adopted.”

Unaware of the debate raging about their future, the Spring Creek herd continues to flourish in its foreboding habitat. Volunteers with the San Juan Mountains Association, led by Kathe Hayes, check on the horses periodically, as do BLM officials. The Four Corners Backcountry Horsemen do the regular censuses by horseback.

The National Mustang Association spent about $18,000 to put a catchment system and a 13,000-gallon water tank on the range to collect precious rainwater and provide the horses something other than saline creeks to drink.

Temple believes the horses would be better protected if more people could see them in the wild and appreciate their special qualities.

“Everyone should see them,” she said. “They’re a part of our heritage. Now, because we have cars, we just throw them away? I don’t think most people want that.

“These horses have a place because the public said so.”

Published in June 2005

A messy dilemma in the beautiful town of Bluff

One recent bright and balmy day, I was lunching at the Twin Rocks Café in Bluff, relaxing in the desert warmth, when I noticed men assembling in the parking lot below. They were noteworthy because they wore buttoneddown shirts or sleek jackets. Some drove up in white SUVs with official insignia. To my winter-jaded eyes, they appeared startlingly clean.

Eight or nine of them arrived, and they all strolled across the street and milled around under a giant cottonwood. They looked up at the Bluff cliffs and pointed at the intensely green grass of spring.

Curiosity got the better of manners. I asked around, and learned they were there because the town has a major wastewater problem. Or some people think it has; others are content to live alongside a lifetime’s familiar germs. This was my introduction to Bluff’s ongoing controversy concerning too many septic tanks and the potential need for a community sewage system.

“Any place you dig a hole in this town, you smell sewage,” Bill Gaines, a local resident, told me. He’s one of those who favor the building of a sewage system.

“People have been debating about sewage for 30 years,” said Steve Simpson, one of the owners of the Twin Rocks Café and Trading Company. “It has become a log jam for other good community projects.”

Bluff has about 300 people now, and 122 septic systems. Although it is surrounded by federal public lands and the Navajo reservation, still it is growing. The question of installing a sewage system is one that faces many small Western communities, including the town of Rico, northeast of Cortez.

The difference between such a debate in a bigger area and in a small town is that in the small town, all arguments become utterly personal. Everyone knows everyone else’s opinion, but many do not know all the factual information that may provide the basis for a reasonable consensus.

The Twin Rocks Café is at the heart of the argument. The café and trading post are owned by four Simpson siblings: Craig, Steve, Barry, and Susan. They were born and raised in Bluff and Blanding.

Steve left to pursue a law career, but returned home 15 years ago. Craig lives in Blanding now so his children can finish school in a large environment, but he works at Twin Rocks nearly every day, managing the café with Sue.

Twin Rocks catapulted the sewage question to prominence, drawing the officials I had watched out under the cottonwood tree, when according to Steve Simpson, their septic system had leaked for at least the third time, and effluent ran all over a woman’s yard across the street. Understandably upset, she called the EPA, which called the Utah Water Quality Division, which called their branch office in Price, which called San Juan County.

Twin Rocks is one of the largest businesses in Bluff, drawing tourists from far and wide, including people from Cortez who drive over for lunch. The trading post handles high-quality items, beautiful to look at even if you can’t easily afford the price.

But Twin Rocks, according to local geologist Gene Stevenson, was not built on a safe site. It is so close to the northern cliffs, he can envision a great boulder rolling onto it one day. And it is situated on bedrock Entrada siltstone.

Steve Simpson explained that this underlying rock extends out to the edge of their parking lot, so the only place they could put in a septic system was on a narrow strip across the street where they found river gravels. This did not leave enough room for the leach field their business now requires. The state health department could shut down Twin Rocks if the system leaks again.

All the Simpsons hope some general sewage solution for the whole town can be devised before they have to rebuild their system by either building a mound or piping effluent a considerable distance down the curve of the highway toward town.

But not everyone sympathizes with their dilemma. Faye Belle Gaines, also born and raised in Bluff and owner of the Dairy Café, exclaimed, “You want my opinion? Honey, you’ve got it! I can’t afford a sewage plant. I’m against it. I take care of my own sewage. I can’t even feed an old hen and a bunch of chickens!”

Craig Simpson said some people oppose a central sewage system because they fear it will bring rampant growth to the scenic town. Marx Powell, chairman of the Bluff Water Board, which oversees the town’s drinking-water system, believes the problem is widespread and needs a community solution. He said many septic systems leak onto neighboring properties because the systems often don’t meet safety codes and because the town lots are often too small to accommodate leach fields.

In 2001 — for the third time — the public school’s system failed and leaked effluent onto the grounds for three months. Children played in it, according to several sources. Six years ago, the town had arranged government financing, including grants and no-interest loans, to install a sewage system. but the townspeople voted down the proposal because it called for a sewage lagoon, an unsightly mess no one wanted near Bluff. New proposals would not include such a lagoon.

However, according to Dave Cunningham, head of the state health department’s district office in Price, a few years ago he sent two teams who walked every leach field in town looking for violations and found only one. He said he didn’t even know if the town could get funding again for a sewer system, because citizens had voted it down twice and “other towns need funding too.”

“Bluff has caused us more trouble than any other part of my entire district,” he said.

Craig Simpson said that Bluff has a fine drinking- water system. In spite of its location on the San Juan River, the town has always gotten its water from wells. At first they were mostly private, shallow wells. However, the entire region is underlain by the massive Navajo Sandstone, a premier aquifer. At Bluff, if you drill from the surface you will encounter some 50 feet of river gravels, then about 200 feet of red Entrada-Carmel siltstones and mudstones, and then the Navajo.

The town installed a community water system, managed by Jim Harden. There are three major wells east of town and two to the west, drawing water from 600 to 800 feet deep in the Navajo — artesian wells yielding 30 to 35 gallons per minute, according to Harden.

This water is pumped up to two 200,000-gallon tanks on a hill west of Twin Rocks, and from there it gets enough head to flow through pipes to town residents.

Stevenson insists there is no way the upper-level leach fields can ever contaminate the Navajo. This is guaranteed by the 200 feet of Entrada-Carmel, known to water experts as an aquaclude. Even if sewage could get through those thick red rocks, it could not enter the Navajo aquifer because that system is artesian, meaning that it is constantly under pressure from its source areas, which rise to elevations higher than Bluff. Its pressure will always keep surface waters out.

The Navajo at Bluff, said Stevenson, forms a kind of underground bowl since rock strata happen to dip toward Bluff from every direction. True, the town is consuming water faster than the Navajo receives it at distant outcroppings, but that is a situation common to most towns.

What may not be healthy at Bluff is the condition of numerous, congregated leach fields underlying the town. Everyone’s effluent is seeping under everyone else’s property. Some 50 old, shallow wells are now used mostly to water yards because their water would be unsafe, and because nobody needs them for drinking water now.

Although the upper contaminated gravels are indeed separated from the Navajo aquifer, it is still problematic to live on top of so much concentrated effluent. When the drought was at its worst, the water table at Bluff dropped to more than 13 feet below ground level. Right now, however, after a wet winter and spring, the water table is more like 0 to 8 feet below people’s yards. One might expose sewage merely by planting a tree.

Charles DeLorme, co-owner of Wild Rivers Expeditions in Bluff, said he favors a sewage plant because he is concerned about the effluent draining into the San Juan. “I’m concerned about the potential pollution of the river,” he said.

No one knows whether the San Juan River is contaminated. Eventually the effluent from those 122 leach fields must drain through gravels down toward the river. It cannot sink into the earth because of the aquaclude beneath the gravels. Even if some effluent drains under the riverbed, geologists know the San Juan is capable in big floods of churning up boulders and gravel 50 feet below its bed, probably clear to bedrock.

What Bluff residents do agree on is the need for information. Is there proof they actually have a wastewater problem? How polluted are the gravels beneath their town?

Acting under San Juan County’s Bluff Service Area, citizens established a special Wastewater Committee chaired by Teresa Breznan.

She said a survey conducted among property-owners in Bluff under the condition of confidentiality found that there were numerous admitted septic malfunctions or inadequacies.

A grant from the National Environmental Service Center enabled the Wastewater Committee to hire Nolte Engineering to examine the situation and look for solutions.

On May 25, an enthusiastic Rod Mills, managing director of Nolte, reported current findings to a town meeting. He noted two areas of town where property owners cannot physically comply with septic regulations — one neighborhood on the west side that has lots too small to hold leach fields, and a second area that is underlain by too much clay to operate leach fields.

For these he recommended two neighborhood cluster systems to gather septic effluent to places it can be properly treated.

In general, though, Mills outlined a continuum of 11 management categories from merely sending people reminder letters to check their septic systems; all the way to a full-blown central sewage system owned by a town sewage entity. Other options in between included mandatory septic checks and community-wide treatment of septic effluent at a central locations.

The closer the town moves toward a central system, Mills said, the less liability could fall on individual property owners for any sewage leaks or problems.

To guide the Wastewater Committee, Mills asked the 15 or so attendees to mark their preferences on his continuum poster. It appeared people were about evenly divided at opposite ends of the continuum, but almost all wanted something done beyond just the status quo. All expressed a need for hard information.

Help will come from Utah’s Divison of Water Quality. It has schedulled a testing survey throughout Bluff to fully characterize the shallow gravel aquifer — assessing nitrate levels, coliform bacteria, and heavy metals.

Edward Hickey of the division office in Salt Lake City will direct the work in Bluff, where he will test many private shallow wells and will oversee drilling of five permanent state monitoring wells.

Part of Nolte’s current recommendations are to get another NESC grant to hire a special lawyer for the Bluff Service Area, to guide the town through future wastewater development and keep local control. He emphasized that the farther along Nolte’s projected continuum people choose to progress, the more clout Bluff will have in determining its own future.

He said state agencies could end up paying 90 percent of wastewater costs for putting in a full-blown sewage plant, with residents perhaps receiving bills of only $25 a month.

While looking over the continuum chart, Mills noted that many people wanted the liability to fall on the town through some form of centralized treatment. One local woman pointed to the final slot on the poster, which represented a central sewage plant, and said, “Some people say, ‘Just get it clear out of my yard!’”

Published in June 2005

The impacts of closing Community Corrections

Convicted felon Dave Dressel readily admits he made a bad mistake, and he is working hard now to pay for it. A former painting contractor in Cortez, Dressel, now 32, pleaded guilty nearly three years ago to manufacturing methamphetamine and received an eight-year prison sentence under a plea bargain.

“I got messed up in the drug thing for three months of my life because I was taking pain pills from a doctor here that he was prescribing (for a neck injury),” he said during a recent interview, “and I used meth to get off the pain pills because they were suffocating me.

“An employee of mine told me people use amphetamines to get off opiates because it’s something that doesn’t have the withdrawal effect. I got a pamphlet that said, yes, they use amphetamines (this way), and I looked it up to make sure he was right.

“He knew how to make it and he showed me how to make it, and I used it to get off these opiates, which I thought was a decision that was best for my business and my family,” he said. “But it was a bad decision and I shouldn’t have done it – I’d never used meth before and didn’t realize how powerful it was.”

His crime was considered severe, he explained, because he’d sometimes allowed his young daughter to be in his office while he was getting ready to cook the meth.

But after spending two years in a Cañon City prison and going through a drug-treatment program called the Therapeutic Community, he filed a motion to have his sentence reconsidered in district court.

“I’ve used all the things that are set in place by the system to correct this sort of problem,” he said, “and I’ve applied every one of those things to my life.”

The court obviously agreed, re-sentencing him earlier this year to serve the remainder of his time at Community Corrections in Cortez, the city where his wife and two children still live.

Operated by the Montezuma County Sheriff’s Office, the ComCor program has been an alternative to prison that allows inmates to leave during the day to work. This enabled them to partially re-enter into the community and at the same time earn money to pay at least part of the cost of their incarceration.

Dressel currently has a job doing residential construction for a local builder.

“I’ve told my kids I’m home and my wife has reconciled with me – I’ve got all these opportunities in jobs and a chance to become an architect and all those kinds of things that I’ve built by using the tools that I was given from the TC program and the correctional system.”

But unless he can get re-sentenced yet again — this time to probation — Dressel’s rehabilitation among the people he wronged will soon come to an end, because Community Corrections is closing on June 15.

Most of the inmates will be transferred to other ComCor facilities around the state, depending on whether space is available in any of them. Dressel hopes to be able to stay in Cortez and continue the progress he’s made so far.

“Now that I’m ready to apply it and have the community support to vouch for me, I want to be able to prove this,” Dressel said. “There are 35 or 40 people who are willing to come to court — my wife, my kids, reputable business people in this town — especially the part of the community I affected.”

He said he isn’t expecting special treatment, but he believes that inmates who work hard to rehabilitate themselves are better off in an environment where they have support.

“When you come back . . . and apply the tools that you’ve learned from the state and you tell your kids you’re home and build that momentum up, and then all of a sudden the rug is taken out from under you — I believe that’s a unique situation, and a situation that there needs to be consideration towards.”

He said intensive probation wouldn’t be all that different from the ComCor program.

“The only thing I’m doing different is that I’m sleeping at the ComCor as opposed to sleeping at home,” he said. “I’m not asking for slack because I don’t think my sentence was fair or anything like that,” he added. “I’m asking for something because of this situation — the closing down of ComCor.”

One possibility is that Dressel and six other local ComCor clients will be transferred to similar facilities in other parts of the state, such as Alamosa, Montrose or Delta.

They could also theoretically be sent to prison, which would contradict the whole reason for having the program in the first place.

Montezuma County Sheriff Gerald Wallace said although closing ComCor is unfortunate, the county simply can’t afford to keep the facility open for their benefit, since the cost is outstripping revenue from the fees paid by inmates and the state, and none of the private companies that looked at taking over the facility could come to terms with the county commissioners.

He said ComCor’s shortfall was about $150,000 last year and would have run about $260,000 this year if the program had been kept open. The state pays about $40 a day for each ComCor client, and the clients pay $17 a day, but with an average of only 14 clients living there and 16 employees, the facility has been getting further and further in the red, Wallace explained.

The closure doesn’t mean people who qualify for the program will automatically be sent to prison, however.

“The county’s had Community Corrections for a lot of years,” Wallace explained. “Before the (ComCor) facility opened in 2001, it was more of a passthrough system where the ComCor board would find beds for these people in other facilities – whether Hilltop in Durango or the San Luis Valley (ComCor) over in Alamosa. The money would come from the state and it would be passed right through — the same amount — over to those facilities.

“So it’s kind of going to go back to that same system.” In 2000, county residents approved a ballot question that increased sales tax by about a half-penny to build a new jail with the understanding the overcrowded old jail in the Justice Building would be converted to a Community Corrections facility as well as a detox unit, which will also close. Wallace doesn’t believe any ComCor facility will re-open in the county in the foreseeable future.

“It’s going to be very. very tough,” he said. “The state would have to say, ‘We’re willing to commit 30 clients to your program and the funding that goes along with that.’

“Whether it be the sheriff’s office or a non-profit or another organization that would run it, I think then it might be worthwhile,” he said, “but without that in place, and the state being very reluctant to send people, I really don’t have a lot of faith that it will come back to what it was.”

Wallace said the ComCor part of the building, which has numerous monitoring cameras, will instead be used to store evidence in a secure enviroment. The work-release program for people convicted of misdemeanors will still operate out of the jail, he added.

Twenty-second Judicial District Attorney Jim Wilson said the closing of ComCor leaves him with one fewer sentencing option.

“Am I going to miss it? You bet I am,” Wilson said. “It’s not just a case of, if somebody gets convicted, they either get thrown in prison or they get put on probation — it’s not that simple. Sentencing is very much finetuned to the case and the individual, and this is one less resource.”

While 90 percent of people convicted of felonies are put on probation, Wilson explained, those in ComCor are not considered eligible for that sentence because of the seriousness of their crimes.

“It’s a valuable tool that we use,” Wilson said. “The way Community Corrections works is that a person goes there as a last resort before going to prison. They’ve kind of got one foot in prison and the other one is potentially sliding that way unless they are really, really on board and straightening up.”

He added that, when there isn’t a local Community Corrections, the other areas with facilities don’t have to accept other clients. “In addition to which, if we do put them there, then potentially it costs our judicial district money.”

The current inmates who were sentenced to ComCor by the district court here — including Dressel — will have to go before the district judge to readdress their sentences.

“It’s an unusual situation,” Wilson said. “They were sentenced to Community Corrections, and if they were to violate (its policy) they would go directly to prison.

“Now the situation we’re in is they haven’t violated it, but they don’t have that option available any more,” he said, “so (the court) is actually going to have to reconsider sentencing — not just for Dressel, but for each and every one of them.”

Wilson said he didn’t know exactly how long this process would take, and the ComCor clients may have to spend time in the county jail waiting for a resolution, which will be based on the information provided by his office and the probation office, with the judge having the final say.

“I know they’re not going to drag their feet too long —- they’ll take care of it sooner rather than later,” he said. “It’s just going to add to my workload over in this office.”

Cortez Police Chief Roy Lane said he also wishes ComCor could have found a way to stay open.

“I really hate to see it close, because it was a good program,” Lane said. “I think it gave us some sentencing alternatives, but also it was a pretty productive program and gave people a new start.”

Published in June 2005

An uphill battle: Riding the Iron Horse

I get it now. You’re supposed to beat the train, which is impossible, at least for me. And by the way, nine months of training won’t help.

Ironhorse ridersAfter watching and reading about the Iron Horse Bicycle Classic for 15 years, a friend and I finally participated, and what a wild ride it’s been. My goal: finish and don’t come in last.

But it’s not enough to just enter the popular citizens race, an informal 50- mile mountain road tour from Durango to Silverton. The real game is to overcome the historic Durango-Silverton locomotive using only your legs. It’s man versus machine, Terminator vs. John Conner, Big Blue vs. Kasparov (for chess brainiacs), iron and coal against muscle and lung power. I lost.

Coal-fired steam chugs the behemoth train up the Animas Valley in 3 1/2 hours. By comparison, Tom Danielson, Fort Lewis College alum turned cycling pro, holds the amazing record of 2 hours and 1 minute, and this year’s race was won by Michael Carter, age 42, in 2 hours and 18 minutes.

So my weak 4 1/2-hour time was way off the mark, unacceptable for a guy who is 36 and thought he was in good shape. Mmmm, humble pie tastes so good!

Summing it up, as my wife waited along the race route to take photos, she quipped, “I started to get worried about you guys when I saw these grandpas riding by but hadn’t seen you yet.” Nice. Another helping? Oh, yes, please.

That is the reality of the cycling world: It is very competitive and age doesn’t matter.

My Iron Horse experience started last August when I picked up my first road bike, a 1988 Trek 400 for $75 from Kokopelli Bike Shop in Cortez. After sinking another $150 into parts and labor, I had a smooth-running ride and the fun began.

Mostly the excuse that “I have to train today” rather than toil on this project or that kept me cruising along very nicely the last nine months. I rode on local roads rather lazily, logging 50- 100 miles a week. Signing up for the race somehow gave heading out on, say, a Tuesday morning, to ski, run, mountain-bike, and road-ride endlessly a bit more purpose, however fleeting.

On race day, however all the riding and exercising seemed for nil as I was quickly out of breath just pedaling out of Durango. All around me were a throng of fit cyclists wearing bright bike clothing, spinning their legs and wheels with unnerving casual confidence. The whizzing and whirring of the 1,100 tour cyclists all bunched together was a pleasant sound that echoed in the valley.

Quickly I learned the beauty of drafting, a technique that involves tailgating other bikers in a group to cut down on wind resistance. The feeling of being pulled along at 20-plus miles per hour while hardly pedaling was exhilarating, and helped cut my time to 20 minutes for the 10 miles to Hermosa. After that it’s hell-on-wheels uphill torture for many hours.

The race gains 5,500 feet as it travels Highway 550 to Purgatory and then over Coalbank and Molas passes to Silverton. Of the 50 miles there are only nine downhill, and the steep passes at well over 10,000 feet leave one gasping for air.

The first climb is Shalona Hill to Purgatory, where my optimism reigned briefly after beating the train to the Hermosa crossing and then a little later to the highway underpass (by about one minute).

Ten miles later the train whistle blew mockingly somewhere off in the hills, out of sight and apparently gaining fast.

My mark was 2 hours and 15 minutes at the beginning of the steep six miles to Coalbank Pass, the crux of the ride. Here is where any training will pay off, albeit not in the way we dreamers might imagine.

Pedaling out of the saddle on the hill climb may make you feel like cycling heroes Lance Armstrong , Greg Lemond or Eddy Merckx, but in reality some guy your dad’s age is kicking your ass way up ahead. But your competitive nature takes over, and you set your sights on someone ahead, trying to gain, as dozens of boys and girls and grandmas and grandpas pass you by.

Well, not to worry. I took a look around. The highway was blessedly closed to traffic so there was not a vehicle in sight. Along the road, spectators drinking beer cheered me on, one offering me chocolate cake, another lemonade. “He’s smiling. That’s what it’s all about,” one called to me.

“Actually, it’s more of a grimace,” I muttered back. In chalk on the road were various messages to race riders long passed: Climb Hard Ben and Viva Colombia!

One disappointment was the litter these bikers leave! A new, rather bitter energy product called “goo” comes in little silvery packages that were strewn everywhere. Sad. How hard is it to put it back in your pocket? Other items included bagels, half-eaten candy bars and countless empty water bottles. One lady tossed a Gatorade bottle over her head and yelled out, “Sorry!” Strange behavior to say the least, and not just a little lame.

Since the State Patrol informed bikers they must obey all traffic laws during the race, I think the $500 fines for littering the highway should have been enforced.

Deciding to go all out, I sucked on some water and a chalky power bar and tried to concentrate. Surprisingly, I began to pass others, especially satisfying if they had a shiny new bike and that kinda silly-looking neon Lycra wear. (I’ll never wear crotch-hugging stretch pants or use clipless pedals the same way I’ll never use On-Star instead of a map or take a cell phone on a hike.)

One sweaty hour later I topped the pass and happily zipped by the aid station for a three-mile thrill ride downhill. I hit 37 mph; the winners hit speeds reaching 60 mph. Molas Pass was not as steep and in no time I was on the six-mile descent into Silverton.

Fueling my fantasy, I charged for the finish line, Tour de France style, and noticed over my shoulder some girl trying to beat me to it. She luckily didn’t and we both cracked a smile.

A little later we were both humbled when a guy on a specialized hand cycle powered by arms the size of tree trunks crossed the finish to huge cheers.

A t-shirt and two beers later, it sunk in. I accomplished my goal to not finish dead last, but it won’t do. I won’t let pride take over until I beat that train . . . . next year. Ride on.

Published in June 2005

Albuquerque exhibit explores Spain’s soul

“(The city) has never seen a show quite like this,” boasts the Albuquerque Museum’s web page featuring “El Alma de España: The Soul of Spain,” an art show which opened May 15 in the brand-new North Gallery. It’s the first exhibit in Albuquerque’s history solely devoted to Spanish masters. It’s also the first of three shows designed to celebrate the Albuquerque Tricentennial.

In my 20 years covering New Mexico arts, I’ve come to expect high-caliber exhibits from the Albuquerque Museum, but I’m not prepared for what I see when El Alma’s curator, Ellen Landis, leads me into the gallery. On walls and dividers cut to look like a Spanish courtyard, nearly 100 magnificent paintings, sculptures, and carved reliefs display artistic skill and creativity not often seen in one place. Landis seems to shimmer as much as the art she’s assembled. The small dark-skinned woman with short grayish- black hair should shimmer — with pride. She’s spent the last two years gathering the pieces for El Alma from museums and private collections across Europe and America. The show covers 300 years, from the Renaissance to 1805.

“We have El Grecos, Murillos, Valásquezes, and Goyas.” Her brown eyes sparkle. “Some big names.”

Huge names — Who’s Who in Spanish art. Bartolomé Murillo (1617-82) became one of the first popular Spanish painters in Europe, with his joyous scenes of religious life. D i a g o Valásquez’s technique and individualistic style influenced painters all over the Continent. Court painter to King Philip IV, Valásquez (1599-1660) recorded the daily activities of His Majesty’s family with a cool, detached eye.

Francisco Goya (1746-1828) heralded artistic thinking of the late 19th Century by expressing his thoughts and emotions in a personal and frank way.

El Greco (1541-1614) fused the Byzantine traditions of his native Crete with ideas encountered in Venice, Rome, and finally Toledo, where he settled. His art mixes passion and restraint, religious fervor, and mysticism.

Landis beckons me across the gallery’s polished floor to an El Greco, a small painting called “Bust of Christ.” When she put El Alma together, she wanted one of his large works. But collectors and museums had just retrieved their El Grecos from a traveling show, and didn’t want to loan them again. She settled for the ‘Bust of Christ.” Then, an El Greco expert revealed startling news: The artist painted his large works for commission, and kept the small ones for himself.

Landis all but jumps for joy. “We have one that meant something to him.”

Even more interesting, “Bust of Christ” is not a typical El Greco. He elongated figures, distorting perspective to express his ideas. “Bust of Christ” has a more natural look. Landis believes he had no room on the tiny canvas to elongate Jesus’ face. I wonder if El Greco painted an inti- mate moment with his God.

We stroll the gallery again, savoring other images: a portrait of a blackrobed, bearded friar with intense dark eyes, enhanced by an oval-cut matte in a square, black frame; bright windblown flowers swaying in a vase; a pewter plate of dark bread, beside wine glowing blood-red in the light from a window.

“Anonymous,” read many title cards. “El Alma de España: The Soul of Spain” contains as many unknown as famous artists. Landis sighs. “It would be nice to know who some of these painters and their subjects were.”

She pauses by a small sculpture called “Maria.” Luisa Roldan created the Virgin in her sky-blue cape. Smiling, Maria holds Jesus, while angels and John the Baptist surround her.

“She was a court artist in the 17th Century. That’s all we know.” The curator’s voice trails off.

I glance around, awed. Mystery adds to El Alma’s power. The paintings also appear very Spanish. They are not from northern Europe. Landis chuckles.

“I think what makes them Spanish is the drama. The northern European paintings are serene. These are not serene by any stretch of the imagination. You see tremendous emotion.”

The images are also cosmopolitan. A blue sky with light-filled broken clouds could appear over the Rhine Valley. A portrait of a young woman shows Rembrandt’s influence.

Spaniards traveled Europe and the Americas. For centuries, foreigners entered their country. Spanish artists picked up painting technique from everybody, and made it their own.

“That’s one of the characteristics of Spain,” Ellen Landis laughs again. “The intense expressions, the dark clothes, and the lighting in the skies are — well — dramatic is the only word I can think of for them.”

She gives the North Gallery an all-encompassing glance. Once the Albuquerque Museum’s Curator of Art, she retired, then returned to mount El Alma de España and the two shows that follow it, at the invitation of Millie Santillane, director of Albuquerque’s Cultural Services Department.

“It’s just been wonderful dealing with these paintings. I feel like they’re mine now.”

Published in Arts & Entertainment, June 2005

Negative thinking prevails in county

With the indulgence of the Free Press, I’m going to do some articles on my views about Montezuma County and the Four Corners area. My late wife and I chose this area by mutual agreement some 25 years ago, so I’m still a newcomer.

I was born and raised in a small farming community in northern Minnesota, much like Cortez. Willetta was born and raised in a small town in Kansas. Both of us left home after high school. I tramped the Lower 48 in a carefree manner; she had family obligations that kept her more tied down. Providence brought us together in Wyoming.

Close to returning there, we explored other areas in Idaho, Wyoming and Montana, but nixed them because cold snow and age do not go well together. Then we settled on Montezuma County and purchased her “piece of heaven,” as she called it.

Our rude awakening to the politics of this area came with a headline in the local paper. Montezuma County was to get a minimum-security prison. I thought, how demeaning is that to this beautiful area! Surely we can do better.

A diverse group formed and we held the gargoyle at bay, much to the chagrin of a few leaders who were looking for what they thought would be a job pool. As we all know, good-paying jobs are not easy to acquire here. Our thought was, we may be a poor county but we are rich in quality of life.

To me this is typical of the thinking that predominates in our county. Look for economic development at any cost instead of being creative and trying to attract the kind of businesses and industries that are suited to our beautiful area.

Montezuma County is one of the lowest in the state in per-capita income. I would say we are first as far as the amenities we have to offer. But we have too many officials with limited vision for the future – elected by relatives, friends and soothsayers.

Here, it is not what you know but who you are related to that gets you into office. And leaders who do try to show some vision are laughed at over coffee by the same people who complain bitterly about their sorry state of affairs, people who can’t think past Tuesday and can’t remember Monday.

Resist any tax that might better the community, they say, if it doesn’t directly benefit me. They complain about the decaying roads, then vote down a tax increase on the ballot that would have improved them.

Child and spousal abuse are rampant here and meth labs seem to be mushrooming. But these people are more concerned about protecting their property rights than anything else. It’s fashionable to be antigovernment in Montezuma County, yet the largest employers are the branches of government.

Government is not our enemy, nor is it necessarily our friend. We have to watch it carefully and make sure our elected leaders are doing what they should – not just complain about everything while taking no steps to make matters better.

Negative thinking accomplishes nothing but the self-satisfaction of the thinker. Yet it seems to be a favorite pastime here. A sizable portion of the county has the “lobster-in-the-pot” mentality. You know, if a bunch of lobsters are in a pot together and one tries to climb out, the others will drag it back down. If someone tries something new or different, others cry: “Oh, that won’t work here! It would take too much effort. It’s too different. It’s not right for us.” Get back in the pot is their real message.

This cuts across all cultures. There are even some minorities who accuse those among them who become excellent students or accomplished leaders of “acting white.” People with no vision don’t like to see others with vision succeed. They don’t care about future generations, only themselves.

Montezuma County is one of the jewels of Colorado, a diamond in the rough. But too often, people who work to preserve the area and make it economically viable in sustainable ways are ridiculed, just as people who support any environmental efforts are viewed as criminals.

Our county and its three small municipalities are lucky to be surrounded by public lands. They are a blessing, not a curse. The beauty of our deserts, canyons and forests is unsurpassed. Yet we are constantly at war over how to manage those lands. Campers, hikers and bikers, cattlemen and sheep ranchers need to work together for the common good. Any of those activities, if done to excess, can create problems. No one is pure. But lack of understanding on all sides has created controversy.

Wars were fought over sheep and cattle grazing in the same area. They now know that the wars were unnecessary, that both can grave together and actually benefit the soil. Likewise, recreational users and old-time ranchers can coexist if we will just work together for the betterment of the land, not our own selfish benefit.

Progressive thinking is needed, not negative. Leaders are needed, not people who look to the past and try to keep everything as it was 50 years ago. People of good will are needed who will work for the overall good, not just for the fattening of their pocketbooks.

Galen Larson owns 360 acres near Cortez.

Published in Galen Larson

The Ministry of Silly Ideas

“Gimme an S! Gimme an I, two Ls and a Y!” What d’ya get? Current legislation trends!

Yes, in the wake of a collapsing world economy, the looming end of oil as we know it and the most suspect “accomplished” mission in history, American legislators are proving they’ve still got a tight grip on the utterly insane.

Alabama Rep. Gerald Allen, a Republican, sponsored a bill that originally would have prohibited the state’s school, college and public libraries from carrying anything that either was written by a gay author or had a gay character. Originally, he’d even taken aim at Shakespeare, but rewrote the bill in the face of criticism to allow the classics, even though, as CBS amusingly said, “he still can’t define what a classic is.”

Allen’s bill died when too few legislators showed up for voting. Naturally, Allen didn’t see the bill as censorship — he was, in his holy, superior way, just trying to “protect the hearts, souls and minds of our children.” By keeping them blank, ya know? Because a protected mind is an unprepared mind. An unprepared mind is a gullible mind, and…

OK. The representative didn’t say that last bit. My bad.

What he really said was: “Welcome to Alabama, where the homosexual agenda lurks behind the library stacks, waiting to pounce on innocent children! The Right’s ‘moral values’ are not enough to protect them from such nefarious influence!”

My double bad. He didn’t say that, either. But he might as well have. Although Allen’s push was absurdly unconstitutional, critics are yet wrong on one point. The problem isn’t that he tried to force-feed his beliefs to everyone else; it’s that his beliefs are politically expedient. Now is a climate that allows for blatant “homohysteria,” and he knows it. Allen doesn’t want to protect children so much as he wants to pander to a base he believes to be both homophobic and, insultingly, as suggestible as children. Were that not the case, he would have kept his mouth shut, no matter how much he may believe homosexuality is wrong. He has my gratitude, though. If not for him, I’d have had no idea Gore Vidal was gay, and would surely have been swayed by the hidden agenda in the author’s “Lincoln.” (Lincoln himself, according to the latest crackpot theory, was also gay. Aha!)

So, to return the favor, I suggest Allen try to get the libraries on board with a color-coded Gay Alert System. Books and plays by straight authors, but featuring gay characters or subjects = light pink. Those by gay authors, but featuring straight characters = fuschia. Gay books by gay authors get a Sponge Bob Square Pants sticker.

Not that Democrats have any right to feel smug. While the ’Pubs have Allen, the Dems have Al Edwards, and Al is tired of seeing highschool cheerleaders shake dem things. In May, amid a pom-pon riot of stunned opponents, Edwards convinced the Texas House to pass a measure banning “overtly sexual” cheerleading routines. There certainly are hypersexual “cheer” performances that have brought a blush to my jaded cheeks, and that present women as eye candy rather than as people — a complaint that, while an old saw, is still valid.

Is this what Edwards is attempting to address? How, exactly, does one ban “overtly sexually suggestive cheerleading”? (And, how, wink, wink, did Edwards come to fixate on it?) Well, the Texas Legislature handed off that baton to local school districts, which must now define what is just peppy. It seems Edwards is more interested in looking holy than in doing any of the grunt work. Maybe he’ll at least spring for a couple thousand burqas — clothing guaranteed to put the brakes on all those sexy moves.

Appearance is more important to Edwards than reality — he’s already cloaked his motive in the rhetoric of a holy war, humbly recognizing there’d be opposition: “Satan is not just going to let you walk over and get something,” he said in the American Statesman.

I started cheering when I read his words. To wit: “We’ve got spirits, yes we do! We’ve got spirits, how ’bout you?” (At least we did until New Mexico’s governor pushed through a name change on Highway Triple Six). Alas, Mr. Edwards, the devil’s already won this round. He used you to divide Texas with your shameful political pandering, while the world travels ever more his way in the proverbial old handbasket. Go, team!

No, Edwards isn’t really trying to help women with his bill. If this were about ending the objectification of women, he’d take on the concept of cheering, not merely the presentation. Cheering, though it requires athleticism and coordination, and generally is taken up as a means of good, clean fun (including by boys), is, conceptually, about sex and sexual roles. It is a sideline sport, whose original and underlying purpose echoes Nietzsche: “Woman exists for the pleasure of the warrior. Anything else is silliness.”

Cheering, at its core is about a woman shakin’ it for da’ man; it’s about her looking pretty (translate: “thin, small and non-threatening”); it’s about her staying in her place — the sidelines of life, rooting for men to win competitions from which, prior to Title IX, she was excluded. The only prize offered her is vicarious victory, and, perhaps, validation from being chosen as the alpha male’s mate.

Edwards isn’t about to touch that. His bill is just another sop to America’s so-called “moral values.” It is puritanical paternalism and a legal hypocrisy that tells young women it’s desirable to please men, so long as they don’t look too pleasing; so long as they let moral pundits have their cake and eat it. Be sex objects, women of Texas, but don’t be “overt.” Don’t give poor, guiltridden Al any in-your-face reminders about the role he’s subconsciously assigned all women.

The push to sanitize our culture is arguably the result of the pendulum swinging back from perceived hedonistic excess. Unfortunately, Allen and Edwards’ pendulums have swung too far the other way, and for all the wrong reasons. Their legislative posturings aren’t about protection, or even about control, but about something worse and far too commonplace: the exploitation of voters’ presumed values for personal political gain.

Maybe somebody oughtta make a law against that.

Katharhynn Heidelberg writes from Montrose.

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Lookin’ cool and feelin’ groovy

I am so cool. Really.

No, really.

I listen to awesome music and sing along exceptionally well. I look great. My hair, my clothes, my accessories are so ultimately hip. I am funny – hysterical to be exact. I’m insightful and intelligent – obviously ultra-sensitive to the plight of others.

I am very, very talented – a writer, teacher, public speaker. And, I am good enough on the tambourine to consider going on tour with Emmylou. The roll of fat around my middle has miraculously disappeared, my legs lengthen and my voice has taken on a sexy, husky tone.

Did I mention tall, beautiful and a phenomenal singer? True Rock Star Material.

Then, I get out of my car.

This happens to me every morning as I drive to work. I don my green suede driving gloves, slip in a Stevie Wonder or Emmylou Harris CD and sing and jig all the way to Cortez. The glimpse I catch of the upper right corner of my right eye assures me that I am terrific. I imagine that I am in a red vintage Ford truck (Emmylou) or a slick convertible pimpmobile (Stevie). I slide right through the students’ morning hangout and park, only to get out and have the reality of my life set in.

I drive a total mom car: dirty car seats, wipies and all. I don’t listen to hip-hop and not one stitch of my clothing says “Choppers.” Plus, as I get out of the vehicle still singing my heart out, I notice that many of the kids are fleeing in agony, hands over their ears, screaming, “STOP, PLEASE!!” Suddenly everything witty that I thought to say when I got to work sounds trite and over-rehearsed.

Why is it that cars create such a safe cocoon?

My car is my sheltered imaginary world where anything is possible and I am perfect. I mean, honestly, my car is not special; I drive the same thing that the majority of Durangoans drive. But what it does for my mental well-being is miraculous. We all know that the acoustics in a car are better and that’s why we all become professional, unabashed crooners, but somehow, everything is better in a car (get your mind out of the gutter).

Maybe this is why Americans are so attached to their automobiles – they want to feel that thing they feel inside of their car. It’s like the door to the outside world closes and you can be anything that you’ve always dreamed of.

The amazing thing is that the car doesn’t even have to be moving for it to happen – I’ve known folks who just go sit in their vehicles in their driveway from time to time, just to get that fix.

When I get into the car, often I do not have kids with me and I know that is part of the appeal. There is no one to talk to me, ask anything of me or demand that I change the CD. I also associate driving with road trips – ultimate freedom. My car is my chariot. I can imagine myself single and unencumbered. I do my best writing (or thinking about writing) in the car. I plan gourmet dinners and redesign my house.

I think of all of those great (missed) comebacks while driving.

Sometimes when I am sad, I sit in the car – it’s like a safe cocoon that wraps itself around me. Plus, no one can find me if I’m lying down in the back seat, hiding.

When I was little, I begged my parents to let me sleep in the car, enshrouded in a capsule of squishy seats and leather smell. They thought it was a bit weird, but occasionally indulged me.

Am I embarrassing myself talking about this? I have a feeling that I am and that many of you are thinking that I am a bit ridiculous right now.

But, before you laugh, go for a drive (or just go sit). Turn on the music, sing a little, hang one arm out the window while you steer with the other, outstretched, your head tilted to the side . . .

Now tell me, don’t you feel cool?

Suzanne Strazza is a totally normal, well-adjusted person living in Mancos.

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Pray tell: What’s the difference between a democracy and a theocracy?

Is it just me, or is anyone else getting fed up with this country’s Christian majority?

Even after last fall’s election installed several more of “their kind” in Congress, these Bible Belters and Thumpers are still constantly complaining that their religion is being discriminated against by the godless government — especially its courts — and the secular humanists who insist on the separation of church and state.

Not only that, they whine, all sorts of organizations and businesses — even department stores! — are taking Christ out of Christmas by using the bland “ Happy Holidays” salutation instead of “ Merry Christmas.” Beyond that, their beliefs are being dissed in many other ways as well, such as banning school prayer, refusing to teach “creation theory,” eliminating religious displays on public property, and trying to remove “ under God” from the Pledge of Allegiance and our cold, hard cash.

The U.S. Constitution mandates freedom of religion, they parrot their right-wing talkshow heroes, not freedom from religion. So it is perfectly legal and desirable, for instance, to have a giant block of granite etched with the 10 Commandments sitting in the lobby of an Alabama state court. After all, they mistakenly argue, our whole system of laws is rooted in the Christian God’s Commandments.

Let’s see . . . No. 1: Thou Shalt Have No Other Gods Before Me . . . hmmm, now just where would that be embedded in our state or federal laws? Surely not in the U.S. Constitution, which seems to say the exact opposite. Then there’s the prohibition about absolutely no graven images or any likeness of anything, be it from land, sky or sea, which would seem to put sculptors and cake-decorators out of business. Which law covers that?

And how about not coveting your neighbor’s wife or ass? This all-too-common if reprehensible practice flourishes today, yet we have no laws against ogling or ass-envy.

It also seems only fair that if one religion is allowed to erect displays and hold celebrations of its faith on public property, then all religions should have the same right, since government is forbidden from favoring one over another in what’s known as the establishment clause of the First Amendment. Let’s see, the Wiccans will hold their annual nude solstice dance under the moonlight in City Park, and the Satanists want to reserve the soccer fields for an animal sacrifice and bloodletting ceremony.

Anyway, when their throats get too raw to speak from all the shouting , here’s a few things for these self-righteous blowhards to think about in “ blessed” silence.

It’s their own fault that Santa Claus has supplanted Baby Jesus as the symbol of Xmas — as it is abbreviated by those who haven’t the time to show a little respect to its namesake. (For instance, the phrase “Happy Holidays” wasn’t inspired by anti-Christians, but by business people, many of them Christian, who wanted to give people of all faiths a chance to join in the generic materialistic orgy.)

They were the spineless believers who allowed their religious holiday to be perversely distorted into the most powerful mass-marketing tool in the history of the world. It certainly wasn’t atheists, Muslims, Buddhists, Hindus or Jews who promoted the idea of making Dec. 25 no more than a gigantic gift exchange that even the Three Wise Men could not have imagined. (As I remember the story, they didn’t give gifts to one another anyway, only to Christ.)

But now they apparently want retailers to feature Christ in their stores and ads for toys, electronics, jewelry and all the other merchandise that is hawked to their customers . (Perhaps cash registers could play “Away in the Manger” while ringing up sales.)

Prayer in school goes against the teachings of Christ, who in Matthew 6:6 tells us “. . . when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men . . .”

Pray in private, He instructed, so it makes little sense for parents to want their kids to pray in the public classroom. Anyway, I’ve always wondered why these prayer enthusiasts don’t pray with their own kids before they’re sent off to school, rather than have them mouth some homogenized, fit-any-religion, government- approved pap that in the end is as meaningless as reciting the alphabet.

Now, right-wing fundamentalists are claiming the Democrats are using an anti-Christian litmus test to block Bush’s federal judge nominees, and that the federal courts are already filled with judges who rule consistantly in favor of the Godless left. (And never mind that the great majority of sitting federal judges have been appointed by conservative, Republican, CHRISTIAN presidents, including seven of the nine Supreme Court judges.)

It’s becoming ever more clear that what these fundamentalists really want is a country ruled by a theocracy made up of “their kind” — one nation under a Christian God, and to hell with the rest of us.

The United States of Christian America governed by priests and preachers instead of mullahs — let’s pray it never comes to that.

David Grant Long writes from Cortez.

Published in David Long, May 2005

A wing and a prayer

A small, red Ford Fiesta would not be considered a luxury car, but the trip to Arizona felt luxurious. We had – or rather, the couple that took this trip had – an entire week. I’m not going to identify that couple, because the police might take more than a reader’s interest in the story I’m about to relate. But it happened almost exactly the way I remember it, or rather, the way I remember it being told.

Queen Valley is located on the edge of the greater Phoenix sprawl, and a few retired folk summering in the Four Corners area actually own wintering property near Phoenix. The car in question did not belong to the drivers.

You see, the young and generous couple I referred to had offered to pick up a few things from the older couple’s hibernating home while on the road and heading in that general direction. So, the car belonged to the older couple, who had it gassed up before loaning it to the younger ones – a petroleum- based thank you for the kind offer. Some kindnesses can never be repaid, as you will see, and should therefore never be offered.

Near the Four Corners Monument the more curious of the two young people peeked into the glove compartment. “You never know,” she said as she pushed the button, “what might be required in an emergency.” Certainly, a medium-caliber handgun was not the kind of emergency tool this passenger had in mind. In fact, the discovery of the handgun felt like an emergency in itself.

“Don’t touch it!” the driver exclaimed. And she didn’t, so she closed the tiny glove-compartment door and they pretended what they’d seen wasn’t there, but already it was holstered in their imaginations, and loaded. I can’t imagine why an older couple would have left a handgun in a car they loaned out to other people. Or at least that’s what the driver probably thought. Maybe retired military men don’t concern themselves with how things appear in a demilitarized world.

The trip would have been uneventful after finding the handgun except that it wasn’t. Flat on the road, halfway across the Checkerboard reservation, a giant bird of prey had come to its end, a traffic fatality with feathers. They stopped. “Wow,” he remarked. You see, he was still driving, and drivers are allowed to stop beside anything that elicits a capital “Wow.” He identified the bird as an eagle, a dead one. It had been crushed by more than one vehicle.

While dragging its enormous carcass to the side of the road, an unfortunate idea occurred to the driver: Tucson LoneEagle would appreciate the gift of some feathers, wouldn’t he? And so, with the grace of a trash collector, the driver separated the best wing from the carcass and slipped it under the lid of what served as a trunk in a vehicle that size, covered it with a tarp, and continued down the road.

I know this for a fact, that they were feeling guilty about breaking several laws: one against the transport of dead eagle parts, and the other about possessing weapons that could not be accounted for by registration or permit. One of them thought ( I can’t remember which), At least we aren’t smuggling drugs. But drugs would have been small stuff compared to the motivation for two police cars converging on the tiny red Fiesta, with sirens and lights. Oh shit! one of them thought. I’m pretty sure this time it was the driver, not the passenger who unconsciously pressed her knees against the glove-compartment door.

Two Arizona State patrolmen, guns drawn, asked them to get out of the vehicle. After identification had been provided, the patrolman that stood guarding the suspects visibly relaxed; his handgun pointed toward the pavement. When his partner hastily signaled from the patrol car, the gun went back into its holster.

He apologized for the excitement and informed the couple that a car identical to the one they were driving had been involved in an armed bank holdup. The criminals were supposedly in flight at this moment. The officer’s use of the words “in flight” had not been intended to make anyone nervous, but the young driver visibly flinched as the words hovered in the air.

One of the police radios crackled to life and the patrolman rushed back to his own car. In the time it takes for thunder to boom after a lightning strike, the two patrol cars sped off in opposite directions.

I don’t know if relief can be said to fall like rain on a desert, but the sky around the couple left standing beside their borrowed car literally went soft. Maybe it was the driver’s knees, I’m not sure. Like I said, I only heard the story, third-hand really, and the details will always be suspect.

David Feela is a teacher at Montezuma-Cortez High School.

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Rover by nimble, Sparky be quick

Dog agility popular in Cortez

Each week, a group of dog lovers from throughout the county gathers for an evening of running, jumping, weaving and climbing. Although the dogs do much of the work, the human members of Montezuma Agility Dogs — MAD Dogs — also get a pretty good workout too.

“It’s really a neat thing to do with your dog,” said Kathy Nickell, coleader of the group. “I think it really builds teamwork and builds the relationship with your dog.”

The sport of dog agility began in England in 1978. This fast-paced, canine activity demonstrates a dog’s agile nature and versatility. Dogs follow cues from their handler as they maneuver their way through a course composed of jumps, tunnels, weave poles and other obstacles.

The American Kennel Club calls dog agility “the ultimate game” for dog owners and their canine companions. The AKC began holding agility trials in 1994, and the first year, 23 events took place. By 2004, the sport’s popularity had grown so much that there were more than 1,600 trials held nationwide.

According to the AKC Web site, agility is the fastest-growing dog sport in the United States. Not only are more dog owners discovering the excitement of agility, many spectators enjoy watching the exciting action as teams race against the clock.

The atmosphere, however, is more relaxed when MAD Dogs get together — no stopwatches are running. — Members arrive and set up the obstacles, then take turns running the course with their dogs. Participants help each other with training and tips to improve their dogs’ performance. The agility club was loosely formed about five years ago by Barb Headley of Cortez. She had moved to the area from Michigan, where she’d been exposed to the excitement of dog agility.

“I got out here and there wasn’t any agility around,” she said.

After traveling on a regular basis to participate with the Durango Kennel Club, Headley found other dog lovers in the Cortez area interested in doing agility.

“I just wanted to do it for fun,” Headley said. So she crafted her own jumps and obstacles and the unofficial agility club was created.

Word spread about how much fun the group was having and the numbers of participants grew, Headley said.

After meeting at different locations throughout the years, Montezuma Agility Dogs found a permanent home in a spacious, indoor arena near McPhee Reservoir. Bobbi Atwater, co-leader and a member of the club since its beginnings, offered to host the agility meetings, and the indoor setting makes it possible for the club to meet year-round.

“You don’t even want to walk your dog (in the winter) because it’s cold,” Atwater said, “but you can get inside out of the wind and do things, so it keeps the dog and the people active all winter. It’s a win-win situation.”

About a year ago when her German shepherd became too old to participate, Headley handed over leadership of the club to Atwater and Nickell.

“We started just for fun,” Atwater said. “We did it just to have a good time and build a better bond with our dogs.” However, some members were getting serious and wanted to improve their skills, start showing their dogs and competing, she said.

“A few folks are there to just have fun with their dogs and do something with their dogs that’s really fun and build that companionship,” Nickell said. “Some of us are doing that and looking towards competing too.”

But that doesn’t mean that all of the people that come have that competitive drive, Atwater said. “There are some just there for a good time.” Besides being an enjoyable activity for humans, agility is a great training opportunity for dogs.

“(Agility) builds a better bond with your pet,” Atwater said. “It’s great for dogs that are shy or lack confidence or haven’t really been socialized a lot.”

Agility attracts a wide range of people, as well. Atwater said their members include men and women of all ages and from various backgrounds: an activity director, wildlife biologist and retirees from all walks of life. “ The nice thing is there is no generation gap,” she added.

The types of dogs vary as well — from stately poodles to mixed mutts, and everything in between. “We see all breeds … it doesn’t matter, and all ages too,” Atwater said.

In addition to agility, the club also offers basic obedience training each week. And plans are in the works to add other events and education opportunities for club members, such as puppy classes, tracking seminars and lectures by local veterinarians. MAD Dogs has no membership requirements, other than a love of dogs and desire to have fun. The group meets every Monday at 6 p.m. at Atwater’s home north of Cortez.

“Everyone is welcome,” Atwater said, but she’d appreciate a telephone call in advance to know who will be attending.

For more information about club activities, call her at 882-5404.


Published in May 2005

Is too much of Mesa Verde off limits?

Hikers looking to explore the vast backcountry at Mesa Verde National Park have few options, a criticism often heard from locals but defended by archaeologists as necessary to protect the park’s fragile historic resources.

But with the park’s 100-year anniversary approaching next year, officials are considering opening long-closed trails temporarily, and may build a new permanent one at the Far View Visitors center.

Most of Mesa Verde’s extensive, ruins-rich wilderness is closed to the public, including employees — a strict policy rarely seen on the usually access-friendly public lands in the nation.

Rather, the park experience is focused on controlled, guided tours of several famous cliff dwellings that are pre-arranged, often crowded, and strictly forbid leaving the beaten path, which is paved.

These educational tours, along with scenic drives to pullouts with canyon views of distant Puebloan ruins, are more popular than hiking excursions for most of the park’s more than half a million visitors each year, according to a 2001 exit survey.

But for dedicated neighborhood hikers looking to explore their local national park, there are only a handful of hikes that do not require a guide, most of which are under two miles long. Others register at a half-mile or less.

The exceptions are the Prater Ridge and Petroglyph Point trails. Prater tops out at five miles, a nice loop with a steep switch-back climb and good views, albeit through charred forests reminiscent of the Blair Witch Project. (Since 1994, there have been a six major wildfires that, all together, scorched two-thirds of the park’s signature pinon-juniper canyons and mesas.)

The other longer trail is the popular Petroglyph Loop, which spans just over two miles.

Hikers are supposed to check in with rangers before embarking and are not allowed to stray from designated routes. There are no overnight backpacking trails and dispersed camping is not allowed in the 52,000-acre park. For the hearty hiker, the non-guided trails feel like barely a warm-up when the end quickly arrives.

“It is all off limits, you can’t go anywhere,” stated Anne Berg, an avid hiker from Dolores and former park tour guide. “It is definitely not a hiker’s paradise because it is so minimal, and the ones that are open to the public don’t go to any ruins, except Petroglyph, which is cool but it is a short two miles. So, yes, I would like to see more trails.”

Duane Daniels, owner of Canyon Sports in Cortez, gets lots of queries about where to hike in the area, “but I don’t send them to Mesa Verde because there is not much to offer up there. Depending on their skill level, if they want desert hikes I usually suggest the Cedar Mesa or Comb Ridge area (in southeast Utah) because it’s convenient for car camping, and there are different canyons with ruins and petroglyphs to explore.”

Recognizing this, officials at Mesa Verde are considering opening up some historic trails to the public to celebrate the park’s Centennial birthday in 2006, said Supervisory Park Ranger Kathy McKay. But in part, it is also to offer access to locals who’ve already seen the major attractions many times.

“There are not a lot of trails compared to other national parks and I know that locals would like a lot more opportunity to get out there and explore more of the park,” she said.

For example, centennial celebration planners are considering offering guided half-day hikes and horse rides to Spring House, a cliff dwelling currently closed to the public. Access would be on an established trail, closed in the 1930s, that accesses the ruin and Wetherill Mesa via Spruce and Wickiup Canyons.

Other hikes proposed for historic trails during the centennial year are down Rock Canyon, also near Wetherill, and from Petroglyph Point to Square House, which passes by another ruin called Little Long House.

“I think this would encourage people to see the main cliff dwellings one day and then stay overnight and plan for a longer guided hike the next day,” McKay said, exactly the “Stay another day” theme pursued by tourism promoters.

A permanent new trail is proposed to connect the Far View Center and Lodge to the Far View ruin, a mile and a half away, McKay added. The trail would be a first for that area and especially a bonus for lodge residents looking for something to do like a morning jog or a nice sunset hike, she said.

Surprisingly, though, a 2001 exit survey done by the University of Virginia statistics bureau showed that 77 percent of people interviewed did not consider the limited hiking trails a problem.

“So what that tells us is that the average visitor is really focused on the cliff dwellings,” McKay said.

But besides the main focus of an archaeological experience, hiking is also rated as a high priority for visitors, reports Lynn Dyer, director of Mesa Verde Country, which promotes tourism for the Four Corners region. She cites a 1999 survey that showed hiking as the number one recreational activity.

“Our hiking brochure is by far our most popular,” Dyer said. “It is distributed throughout the county and it is the one we re-print and replace most often. It goes fast.”

When visitors at Mesa Verde request suggestions for more hiking, often the answer is Sand Canyon, in Canyons of the Ancients National Monument. This popular trail located in McElmo Canyon is practically under siege, especially on the weekend when several dozen cars, trucks and horse trailers crowd the limited trail-head parking.

Known for striking red-rock canyons interspersed with Anasazi dwellings tucked into overhanging cliffs, the area was designated a national monument in 2000, further adding to its popularity.

Hikers, runners, bikers and horseback riders enjoy vistas and rolling trails in a climate that is pleasantly arid most of the year. During the week, buses from Crow C a n y o n Archaeological Center and area schools drop students off for unique educational tours on human history.

While not as spectacular as Mesa Verde’s main attractions, Sand Canyon offers an equally profound perspective of what life was like for the first Americans 700 to 1,000 years ago.

But its near-overwhelming popularity and lack of ranger staff have led to more impacts, reports monument manager LouAnn Jacobson. Trail counters show that visitation in Sand Canyon jumped from 5,490 people in 2001 to almost 7,000 in 2003. Likewise, nearby East Rock Canyon saw visitation go from 5,509 visits in 2001 to 7,500 in 2003.

“We’re seeing very high use and have been having problems with usermade trails,” she said, new paths that spring up from overcrowding. Already there are established but unofficial trails along East Rock Canyon, and a slickrock trail that connects to the Sand Canyon trailhead known to locals as Little Moab.

To help disperse the load to other trails and sites, Jacobson and her staff urge visitors to first visit the Anasazi Heritage Center and museum near Dolores. This way staff there can suggest other sites such as Lowry Ruin, Hovenweep National Monument and Painted Hand Ruin to ease pressure at Sand Canyon. With sensitive ruins, vandalism can be a problem whether inadvertent or in the overt form of looting. That’s the reason there is only one unguided trail to a cultural site in Mesa Verde.

“Petroglyph trail is the one trail where we say ‘go ahead, we’re not going to monitor you’ and we do have a problem with graffiti,” McKay said, noting that people policing the historic resource themselves does not always work without adequate training.

“People on their first visit don’t necessarily know what is supposed to be there or what is legitimate, and Petroglyph Point is so remote, if we did get a report (of a vandal) it would be hours after it happened and likely too late to catch them,” she said.

“Looting is always a concern, and is why many of the historic trails were closed to the public back in the ’30s.”

But public monitoring can work, especially with educational training in the form of site stewardship, reports Victoria Atkins, supervisory interpretive specialist for Canyons of the Ancients.

Monument officials have re-routed visitors to Painted Hand ruin, an area that has been improved to handle more visitors.

Trained volunteers from the San Juan Mountains Association inform visitors of the fragile condition of ruins and proper etiquette such as not pocketing potsherds (it is a crime), or the destructive results of climbing on or in ruins.

“The volunteers help to answer questions and encourage visitors to leave no trace,” Atkins said. “It is very informal, but the extra eyes help where there is increased visitation and there have been no immediate signs of vandalism at Painted Hand since we started sending people there.”

Tourists not familiar with Southwest ruins “may not have gotten the word about the ethical messages,” she said. “So it is important to educate them, but government cannot do it all, nor do we want that. When locals invest their time, then to me that is the best kind of protection because it is local ownership that is valued, not because it is the law.”

Increased awareness has also helped to save what remains of cultural sites in the Grand Gulch Area of southeast Utah, rangers there report. Hiking and backpacking is allowed there, but is now on a permit basis and it is closely monitored by on-theground rangers.

At Banister Ruin, for example, extra monitoring has helped save a wide variety of unique pottery pieces that at one time covered the area but began to rapidly disappear in the years before the increased patrols.

A compromise that allows access to cultural sites on public lands, but with increased monitoring and education, could be the answer to critics who believe the preservationists have gone too far.

“Mesa Verde seems like an over-protected area for archaeologists to do their research,” argued Mancos resident Dave Sipe, who sells sculptures and art work on Highway 160 near the park entrance.

“A lot of people would enjoy more access to our public lands. The researchers have had their time, now it’s time for it to be a more true public park.”

Published in May 2005

Budget crunch worries Dolores teachers: Group brings concerns to school board

As the Dolores School District Re-4A begins work on a budget for the 2005/06 school year, a group of teachers presented concerns about the forthcoming budget during the Dolores school board’s regular meeting April 21. The group has been dubbed CSAP (Concerned Staff And Parents), a play on the acronym for Colorado Student Assessment Program.

“(The presentation) was the work of many, many, many staff people,” said Meg Neeley, a third-grade teacher at Dolores Elementary School. “(The group) is all teachers that had any interest at all in this budget situation, which I would say, roughly, would be 90 percent of staff people.”

The presentation was created after teachers were informed that cuts will be necessary for next year’s budget, part of a three-year trend in which the teachers want more participation. “ We want to have a voice and have it heard by the board members and the administration, in public,” Neeley said. “We wanted to make sure we were heard.”

Neeley said the teachers believe the district is cutting too much out of academics and not enough from other areas with less direct effect on students and programs. The teachers have communicated to district officials that they are suffering because of the budget cuts, and some even feel they are being punished for suggesting cuts that affect others.

“Changes were made here and there, like the calendar change,” Neeley said. “There was a change made in sick leave. These things were getting dictated to us, which does happen sometimes in a job, but then we would react to the change and administration would reconsider and change their position. So we thought if you are going to listen to us, why don’t you listen to us beforehand?”

The Dolores School District’s budget woes began in 2003 after voters defeated a proposed mill-levy increase that would have provided funds to expand district facilities. Neeley said the administration at the time saw an opportunity for expansion because of the district’s increasing enrollment numbers and strong budget position. “ A couple of years ago, our district had a very healthy budget,” Neeley said. “We had a huge budget. And the administration at that time spent quite a bit of it on a master plan, which looked into expanding the school district. At the time, it looked like that was a good idea.”

The district’s master plan included increased classroom space, an update of the science building and lighting for the athletic department. Against the recommendations of an auditor and the district’s own business manager, a commitment was made to the plan before the mill-levy vote. Some $234,000 was spent on surveys and architectural design for the master plan — one that wouldn‘t be implemented. — When voters defeated the proposal in November 2003, the district found itself in a financially unstable position. The premature expenditure of $234,000 for the master plan combined with a subsequent decline in enrollment and state and federal budget cuts started the district’s budget nose dive.

Now, with more cuts on the block for next year, the teachers have come together to defend academics and fight for fewer cuts in programs and teachers’ salaries.

“We’re concerned about where the cuts are going to be made this time,” Kevin Vaughn said during the teachers’ presentation. “What’s going to happen – how is it going to affect programs and the students that we teach.”

Vaughn, a fifth-grade teacher at Dolores Elementary School, said that many of the teachers in the district are there because they want to be in Dolores, not because it’s the best-paying district in the area.

“We came here, I came here, because I had heard about the staff that I wanted to work with,” he said. However, he added, Dolores has the lowest base pay compared to other nearby districts and the teachers’ pay increases over the past three years haven’t kept pace with inflation. Vaughn and the other teachers are concerned about the ability of the district to maintain a quality staff and to attract the best teachers to the area.

“It’s very much a concern to myself and, I’m sure, many of the staff members and the community members, that we maintain the highest-quality staff in our district and not lose them to other districts locally or further away,” he said.

As an example, Vaughn explained that he has nine years of teaching experience and would be moving to the tenth salary step next year. If he moved to a neighboring school district, his nine years’ experience would only get him on the seventh step of that district’s pay scale. However, the loss of two years’ experience, Vaughn said, would result in a $2,000 raise in pay over what the Dolores district is offering him to teach there next year. However, Vaughn said, most of the teachers want to be in Dolores because they care about the community.

“Our interests in being here are the students in our care,” he said. “We want the best-quality education we can provide in this area. We want to be the place the children want to come, the families want to come for their children to go to school.”

But if cuts continue to be made in academics and programs, the teachers worry that Dolores won’t be the district families choose because the teachers will not be able to provide students with opportunities to pursue academic excellence.

“Cutting (programs) means we might see more decrease (in student numbers),” Vaughn said. “We’re cutting the budget, cutting the programs — people are going to start leaving and going to where the programs are offered, or people are definitely not going to be coming here.”

For the 2004/05 school year, academic funding was reduced by more than $96,000 and the elementary school’s counselor position was cut to save $26,760. By comparison, athletic funds only dropped $5,000 and administrative spending went up $25,466.

“When cuts have to be made — and we know cuts have to be made from time to time, especially now — let’s see them more across the board,” Neeley said. “We felt, after we looked at all the numbers and listened to people and put it all on paper, … maybe there could be a little more equitable cutting. Let’s look at cutting across the board, not just in one or two areas.”

The teachers said they understand that a large portion of the district’s budget goes to salaries and that most salaries are in the academic departments.

However, their concern is to maintain programs that benefit students. They suggested the district look at controlling the budget more and cutting only in areas that won’t affect students.

“It has become personal,” Vaughn said. “We don’t want it to be personal. Our interest is to start working as a team and get the district going in a direction we want as a unified group.” In an effort to begin the teamwork involved in hammering out the district’s next budget, the teachers came to the meeting with some possible solutions. In addition to hiring a grantwriter to apply for more funds, the teachers suggested the district consider a four-day school week.

According to information from the Colorado Department of Education, 28 percent of the school districts in Colorado are on four-day school weeks.

“Those are mostly rural districts,” Vaughn said. “Rural districts have to do much more transportation than the big-city districts. … If you cut the one day out of transportation, that would be 20 percent of the gas budget for that particular line item.” And with skyrocketing gasoline prices, the savings could be significant, he added.

The teachers also suggested making cuts that don’t affect academics and they urged the board to apply the district’s goals and objectives when deciding what cuts to make. Those goals include maintaining a quality staff and quality programs and involving the stakeholders in budget decisions.

“We would like more inclusion in the decision-making processes that are happening during this tight budget time,” Neeley said. “I know that all schools in Colorado are going through tight budgets, but let us help, let us tell you what we’re feeling and what we’re seeing.”

The school board members present during the teachers’ presentation seemed receptive to their ideas and willing to consider their needs.

“We’ll go back and take a look at all their requests to see how it best fits with our needs, applications and resources,” said Larry Archibeque, superintendent of the Dolores School District. “Then we’ll do a board retreat and see how it fits.”

Board member Theresa Phillips thanked the teachers for an impressive presentation and assured them that their efforts don’t go unnoticed.

“We want you to know that we do know … what you accomplish.” Phillips said. “There are so many of you and you do such a wonderful job. This is my village as well. I cherish you. I appreciate you. And I really feel like the intangibles that keep us here are what we really strive to keep in our lives, and this (presentation) is very important — this accommodates the intangibles.”

The teachers will be watching closely over the next few months as the district plans its budget for the 2005/06 school year and their hope is the school board will use them as a resource for planning the necessary cuts.

“We’re saying we’d like to get some input,” Vaughn said. “The teachers are in the classrooms, it’s going to affect them and they’d like some input.” And it appears the dedicated teachers in Dolores are prepared to defend their ability to provide students with a quality education.

“You really have to want to be in Dolores to be (a teacher) here right now,” Neeley said. “because we are kind of the underdogs in some respects. And yet I think we’ve got the biggest commitment and the biggest heart of any group of teachers I’ve ever known.”

Published in May 2005

Bike-share program coming to Dolores

The students at Southwest Open School are at it again. Service, that is. This spring’s annual Mountain Biking class is preparing a service project intended to help the community of Dolores by providing free bikes for town use.

Dusty Warner works on a bike

The Mountain Biking class is a tradition in its seventh year at SWOS; it is offered each year during the Spring Intensive, a month-long learning block in which students take one class all day, five days a week.

This format allows both teachers and students to really become immersed in their subject and also to take field trips, a major element of the SWOS curriculum, without missing other classes.

Southwest Open School is an Expeditionary Learning Outward Bound School, which means that the curriculum is based on learning expeditions. In layman’s terms, the students learn by doing.

Getting outdoors, being physically fit and becoming familiar with the local community and environment are all a part of expeditionary learning.

Chad Wheelus, teacher and avid mountain-bike enthusiast, introduced the Mountain Bike class to the SWOS community for two reasons. One was to bring biking to the students as a way of getting out and getting exercise, thereby meeting expedition goals. The other was to incorporate service into a class that is fun and healthy. Service learning is a tradition within the SWOS community and ELOB, and many teachers incorporate it into their lesson plans.

In other years, the class has supported Ride the Lightning and the Cove Classic Bike Race. They have also participated in the Health and Safety Fair at the Cortez Middle School, helping to teach folks about bicycle safety. Other classes at the school have performed service in communities all the way from Kayenta to Kino Bay, Mexico.Shawn Gregory welds a bike

This is their first year with the Free Bike Program. Wheelus, who teaches the class with Dave Finlay, has said that their intention is reduce the need for motorized traffic in Dolores and to promote bicycling.

Under the program, students will refurbish donated, “town-y” type bikes. The students will learn how to do this work on the bikes themselves.; community members will help with the building of bike racks.

When all is finished, the plan is to leave the bikes in the racks at various key points in Dolores, for people to use to get around town.

For example, if you drive into town from your home in Summit, you could park in one place, use the bike to run your errands in town and leave the bike back in a rack for another person’s use when you are finished. A bike can also be used to ride home on if there is a need, with the expectation that it will be returned to town the next day.

Wheelus believes the program is off to a good start.

“We have had several bikes donated from folks,” he said. “Also, Tuffy Security Products have been helping us out and the Dolores Town Board has bee extremely supportive of the project.”

As far as the town goes, there are still a few details to be worked out in order for the program to really get off the ground, but Town Clerk Ronda Lancaster is attending to them diligently.

When asked why the town is interested in this program, Lancaster responded, “Mainly for the benefit of the citizens of this town. We have a lot of people who walk and we want to offer them the opportunity to use bikes as transportation.” How did Wheelus and Finlay come up with this idea?

“This type of program has been tried in other small communities and has been fairly successful , ” Wheelus explained.

Added Finlay, “ People come to this town and stop in one store, then drive four blocks to the next. This plan would help eliminate that kind of stop-and-start driving.”

Since SWOS is in Cortez, why not do the program there?

“SWOS has a good service learning relationship with the town of Dolores – we have a history of working on other projects there, like the playground,” Finlay explained.

Wheelus added, “In the other places where this type of program has been implemented, the towns with the most success have been the smaller ones.”

“Besides,” said Finlay, “we live there, so we will have a better ability to oversee the project and be available if any problems arise.”

The obvious question is that of theft. According to Wheelus, “Any program like this has issues. I hope that the bikes don’t get stolen, but if they do then at least that means that someone is riding a bike. And, at the very least, there will be more bike racks around town for other people to park their bikes.”

Are there other reasons besides the curriculum behind the decision to commit to the project? “I love bicycles,” said Wheelus. “Having a program like this helps build community – it gets people out of cars, on the street, out and about.”

Finlay agreed. “This is truly a community effort – it includes businesses, the town board, individuals and students. Plus, once it gets going, it’s up to the community to keep it going.”

One hope is that people who are using the bikes will also help to maintain them; fix flat tires, repair chains and so on.

Jimbo Fairley, owner of Kokopeli Bike and Board, is another strong supporter of both the program and of Southwest Open School. “I support SWOS because I think they offer an opportunity for kids who might not feel comfortable in the traditional schools, to continue with their education,” he said. “This is a great idea. It is offering people who might not have a bike access to some wheels. It also has environmental benefits – it reduces pollution and it’s good for your heart.”

At press time, the students at SWOS were having their first day of Mountain Biking class. It has always been one of the most popular classes offered at SWOS and this year shouldn’t be any different. They hope to see this program up and going by the end of the term, barring any administrative glitches. For more information or to donate a bike, contact Chad Wheelus or Dave Finlay at Southwest Open, 565-1150.

Published in May 2005

Water, water everywhere? Not in the West!

I just returned from a 1,600-mile journey through Arizona and Utah and am sad to report a crisis is looming on our horizon. Every restaurant I stopped in required that you ask for a glass of water before you got one. But as I gazed out the windows of these eateries across the deserts, mountains or woodlands, I saw enormous houses rising everywhere, ensuring the consumption of an additional 9500 gallons of water per household per month. (That doesn’t count the car-washing and lawn-tending.) Was anyone concerned? I found no one. I had to ask for an 8-ounce glass of water but when I asked the servers what they thought of the building explosion, I got shrugs.

We can survive without environmentally destroying petroleum products, but not without water. As the old adage goes, three minutes without air, three days without water, 30 days without food. (Of course, three days without water would make 30 days without food moot.)

For those who are bemoaning the price of gasoline (and I wouldn’t be surprised to see it hit $5 per gallon this summer), imagine what the cry will be when the industrial moguls get control of the water supply. Can’t happen? I refer you to the water grab of the 1820s in the Owens Valley in California. Once a natural agricultural oasis, it is now a dried-up desert with all its water having been stolen by southern California.

The powers that be are already training us to accept the idea of buying water bottle by bottle, extolling its virtue for health reasons. They don’t mention that without water your health would be secondary. I guess the up side is that, without water, we won’t have to be concerned about abortion, health care or Social Security any more. Speaking of Social Security, Boy George dashes around the country saying the sky is falling for the system, that it will be out of funds in 36, 50, or however many years, but we can fix that. We can make Social Security solvent. But no one I know of can create water, H20, liquid life, in any economically feasible way.

In exploring Mars we have found that it is a wasteland because there is no surface water. It should be clear after five years of drought in the West, not even Nature can cope without water. We have lost millions of trees because of bark beetles that wouldn’t have been able to make inroads if the trees hadn’t been so dry.

Nature is a hard taskmaster. Knowledgeable people work with her, not against her. But we cannot rely on our lobbyist-influenced elected officials to do the right thing. It is up to us to make the demands and give up some of our luxuries in order to leave a legacy to our heirs.

Congress took time out to address the problem of steroids in baseball players, but I don’t see them convening about the impending shortage of water. It is mentioned occasionally in small articles or by politicians only if it affects their home turf. The people who do see the crisis coming are buying up water shares from Canada to Mexico, calling themselves water brokers in the business of controlling enormous quantities of water.

John Wesley Powell, one of the first white men to explore the West, who braved the mighty Colorado in oldfashioned boats, told President Grant that this area was uninhabitable because there wasn’t enough water to sustain life. Through dam-building technology we have tried to prove him wrong, but in the end we may just have proven how stupid we are by bringing more people to the West than it can support.

Two of our state legislators recently stated that Denver will double in size in 20 years. They are proposing a “slab” toll road to handle the extra traffic, as if traffic would be the biggest problem.

The real question is, where is the water to come from to support this growth? The answer: It will have to be taken from the farmers and ranchers. This creates a domino effect. If you can’t farm or ranch, you sell the land to developers, thus increasing the demand for water, clean air, paved roads.

The capitalistic system, based entirely on greed and waste, is about to hit the wall. Technology cannot save us forever. Necessity is the mother of invention, but we can’t necessarily invent our way out of this problem.

Until we get our population boom under control, we will face the prospect of a West that is going to become uninhabitable. I’m not advocating the end of midnight gymnastics, but curtail the Pope’s quest for easy gold – use birth control. Without the pitter-patter of life-giving rain we won’t be able to sustain the pitter-patter of little feet.

Galen Larson is a Montezuma County landowner.

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Shout it out! There’s nothing wrong with being fat

This just in! Exciting news from the diet-drug industry, news that will have fat people jumping up and down, shouting: “Yes! There’s hope for me yet!” L-Marc Research is developing more medication for us all to buy, to “solve” the curse of obesity!

Of course, some of us fat folks are singing a different tune. It begins with a sigh, and ends with, “Here we go again.”

Yes, here we go again, this time with a New York Times piece, reprinted in the Denver Post. It’s the standard fare the public is fed about obesity these days, starting with the headline: “Obesitydrug researchers find ample volunteer pool.” Ample! Get it? Hysterical! The piece is obligatorily full (Haw! I kill me!) of charged words. “Epidemic” appears in the lead paragraph, lest anyone be confused about how “serious” obesity is, and L-Marc is at the “center” of it. Hurrah, L-Marc, our pharmaceutical knight in shining armor!

To remove any doubt about who the good guys are, we are next told the clinic, as a “leading recruitment center” is seeking guinea pigs — oops, volunteers — in “the drug industry’s multibillion- dollar war on fat.”

Many of the bobble-headed American public probably read those words without a second thought, just as they accept the unsubstantiated belief that obesity is killing us right and left. So entrenched is the belief that fat is an automatic death sentence, neither the journalist nor her editors seem to have questioned it. Here we go again.

The language is actually outrageous. The drug industry’s war? Hah, bloody hah. The drug industry makes a tidy profit off of America’s desperation to lose weight, a desperation that itself is born of fear, a fear freely, happily and enthusiastically encouraged by marketing, the same marketing that swells the bottom line of (drum roll, please): the drug industry!

The article’s subhead actually says it: “Drugmakers are actively searching for a cure-all ‘magic pill’ as the next best-seller.” The next best-seller. Get that, too? The drug industry couldn’t give a damn about our health. After all, if we’re healthy, we’re not buying its products. Here we go again.

A few years ago, at least this illusory “war” on plentiful body tissue was confined to the U.S. government, from which we have long accepted meaningless initiatives and accompanying moronic slogans. Now, apparently, the war has hit the home front and obesity is Public Enemy No. 1. Faulty, biased research fans the fear, and with it, the insidious belief that there is something morally deficient about, people who are fat. Seems fat people are buying into it, too. According to the Times, L-Marc has to turn away dozens of drug-trial volunteers, and gets people “crying on the phone” because they’ve “tried everything” and a “magic pill” is the only option.

Stop right there. Why are these people unhappy, really? Is it because they have to buy bigger sizes in order to fit their clothes? Or is it because, in the name of fitting in, everyone from doctors to their mother is telling them they must subject themselves to prolonged states of semi-starvation?

Even though those states, also called “diets,” simply do not work. Even though diets cause binges. Even though people who diet and regain the weight — the vast majority — wind up worse off healthwise than they would have been had they just stayed fat.

Even though true health has more to do with physical fitness — which you can’t get from any pill, but which you can attain while being fat. Even though. . . oh, to hell with it. Here we go again!

Never think, though, that L-Marc’s decisions are based on crass commercialism, or that its actions have anything to do with exploiting prejudices that should’ve been put to bed by the time we hit kindergarten. “Many drugmakers are seeking that magic pill. . . the industry is spending billions of dollars on developing obesity drugs.”

Stop and think. If weight-loss can be boiled down to a pill or potion, those using it will likely have to use it for the rest of their lives. Thanks to the absurd fear of fat and to the equally ridiculous belief that “thin” automatically means “healthy,” people will be desperate.

They’re already desperate enough to be surgically mutilated; to willingly starve themselves, and, they’re crying on the phone. Do you really think they wouldn’t be willing to pay mere money for the peace of mind they believe comes with being thin? L-Marc and other researchers know the answer. They’re already counting the profits. At least one doctor, perhaps speaking critically, said: “Everybody is just foaming at the mouth to make money.” Industry forecasters predict sales that would outstrip drugs such as the cholesterol medication Lipitor.

Too bad the reporter never asked whether all this research into treatment for the imaginary disease of obesity comes at the expense of research into real diseases — the very research drug companies use to justify the outrageous costs of prescription medications.

I should calm down — it’s all about my health and well-being. (Yeah. Sure.) The article includes the tired rhetoric about obesity’s link to heart disease and diabetes. Sure, there’s a link — a diet high in sugar will likely lead to both weight gain and diabetes, while a diet high in fats can lead to heart trouble. That’s a far cry from proving that diabetes or heart disease is caused by weight, but never mind. It’s easier to lay blame on something we find physically disgusting.

The article also raises the tired specter of the Body Mass Index, as if it’s rational to assume that millions of people can and should all weigh within 10 to 15 pounds of one another; as if the entire index weren’t a marketing invention by insurance companies back in the 1940s. As if BMI actually means something.

It does to marketing. Consider another statement: “Many drug industry analysts envision an even bigger market if such a drug also catches on among the more than 60 percent of adults who are statistically overweight — those with a body mass index of 25 or more.” (You know — like Brad Pitt!) There ya go — as if weight weren’t already an unhealthy obsession, let’s encourage it some more! After all, weight loss is a virtue; you can see that in the name of another weightloss drug undergoing trials: Acomplia . (Think “accomp lishment.” ) This wonder drug works by blocking some of the pleasure receptors in your brain — surely a small price to pay for the 16-pound weight loss volunteers experienced in a mere two-year period.

There is one salvo to common sense in the article, a single sentence adrift in a sea of printed lunacy: “Some experts caution that the complex variables of culture, environment, genetics and lifestyle that contribute to obesity may defy a mass-market solution.” Well, imagine that! Then, yell it a little louder, and while you’re at it, yell: “THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING FAT!”

Here we go again. If we can’t shame those obstinate fat people into losing weight — God forbid we should have to do anything so difficult as change our minds — we can medicate them into a socially acceptable size. And get them to pay for it.

Now, where do we go from here?

Katharhynn Heidelberg is a reporter in Montrose.

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On top of my pyramid

For the past two weeks, I’ve been on what my chiropractor calls a “detox diet.” This diet is supposed to purge my liver and colon of all the toxins I ingested during my three-week Easter egg diet. My meals now consist of foods that both are good for me and activate my gag reflex, like non-fat, plain yogurt (a food that should only be eaten with some sort of sugar). And, while my skin is now glowing, I have more energy, and my jeans fit better, I can safely say that I’m longing for a cheese-filled enchilada at nearly every waking moment.

My little dieting experience illustrates why Americans may never stop getting fatter. When you’ve bitten from the tree of sugar, fat, and white flour, there really is no going back to the tree of figs and sprouts. Which is why I laughed when I read that the U.S. Department of Agriculture unveiled another useless food pyramid this month to promote the slimming-down of America.

You can check the new pyramid out at www.mypyramid.gov, but don’t expect it to look anything like the old pyramid. This pyramid looks like a cross between a rainbow bumper sticker and a pie chart. It doesn’t show quantities of different food groups or recommend specific servings any more. It just shows lateral stripes of color, and the game is to guess which color corresponds to each food group.

After looking at it a while, I realized that the USDA must have drawn its inspiration for this meaningless triangle from the Department of Homeland Security’s color-coded terrorist warning system. Any government that believes its citizenry is stupid enough to depend on colors to warn them of a terrorist attack must also believe that random colors will work for food too.

Unless you ate paint chips as a child, you should instinctively know that fruits, vegetables, and whole grains are good for you, and Big Macs and soft drinks are bad. What seems to change on a daily basis is the status of milk, beef, chocolate, coffee, eggs, alcohol, and butter. One year they are healthy, the next year they’ll kill you. People are confused by these foods. They aren’t confused by whole wheat.

This is where an objective government entity could actually help us out. We need a food pyramid based on the bad foods, not the good foods. Tell me how much ice cream I can eat in a week and not gain weight. Now that would be useful information.

They could even publish a pyramid with a skull on it to symbolize everything you should never touch, like trans fatty acids and genetically modified corn. But no, instead, we’re left wondering whether the “latest study” that proves cooked tomatoes are good for prostate problems is just a ploy by the ketchup industry to get older men to buy more ketchup.

What is most troubling about this pyramid is that the USDA has clearly written off their primary food-pyramid constituents: cereal-box readers. I’ve spent many a breakfast examining the old food pyramid on a box of Cheerios. But now, since they aren’t giving broad recommendations any more, people have to log on, plug in your sex, age, and physical activity, and wait for mypyramid.gov to spit out how many ounces of grain you need to eat in one day.

I don’t know about you, but I rarely measure my food in ounces before I eat. It would be easy to prescribe portions based on the size of our fists, but of course, the USDA wants us to get out our measuring cups at every meal. Until Americans decide to get off their couches, walk to their refrigerators, and crave carrot sticks, we won’t be seeing much change in our flabby society. We might as well recognize our limitations and try to mitigate the damage. That’s what I’ll be doing. Give me life, liberty, and the pursuit of cheese enchiladas and I’ll be on top of my pyramid.

Janelle Holden lives and eats in Livingston, Mont.

Published in janelle holden, May 2005

The two emotions of men

Finally. I have the answer. I now am armed with the key to life’s biggest question.

“What question is that?” you ask.

Well, I’ll give you the answer and I’ll bet that you can figure the rest out from there.

Men have two emotions: horny and hungry. If he doesn’t have an erection, make him a sandwich.

Now, you might think that this sounds like a statement from a disgruntled housewife, but no. I got this straight from the horse’s mouth – a man, actually. He must know what he’s talking about.

Obviously (back to the housewife theme) this is something that most women have suspected at one time or another, but now it has been verified. Forget Mars and Venus and the rest of the solar system, think Hero Sandwich.

Now, that’s actually got me to thinking about the name Hero, and brings new light as to the origin of the Hero Sandwich. But we’ll go into that another time.

So, is it true that men are capable of experiencing only these two emotions? Well, let’s look back to the beginning — Adam. — Adam was given a beautiful place to live, great views, lots of water and no rotten neighbors. He was also given Eve and an apple tree. If you look at this story of creation in a literal sense, Adam got hungry. If you take it a bit more metaphorically, the guy got horny. Either way, there were only two things that Adam could have been thinking about: the girl or the grub.

Maybe what my friend said was true. Another example of men wanting food and feminine wiles is Antony and Cleopatra. The most common image of these two lovers is of Cleopatra, in all of her finery (jewels, eye kohl and skimpy toga), feeding grapes to her man. There are only two things he wanted her for and since she often appears to be feeding him, we must assume that his other emotional needs were met in private. But we have no doubt that feeding is not all that she did for the dude.

Then there’s the ever-popular “barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. . .”

Need I say more?

Now that we understand this, what can we, as women, do with the information? How can we use it to our best interests? Being creatures with a wide array of emotions and feelings, it is difficult for us to understand, let alone live with, a creature managing only two.

When she’s sad, he’s horny.

When she’s angry, he’s hungry.

When she’s feeling her inner child, he’s hungry and a bit horny.

When she’s had a great day at work, he’s definitely horny.

And, when she’s had a horrible day with the kids, he wants food.

See what I mean?

So, women, the trick is to figure out in advance which of the two moods he’s going to be in at any given time and use that to your advantage. And even though it appears that for men, the hungry and horny are almost interchangeable, there are certain times when knowing which the priority is can be very important.

For example:

Say you just gave yourself a bit of costly retail therapy and you don’t want him to be mad. Fix a spectacular dinner, all his favorites, and let him eat himself into comfortable complacency. Nothing can possibly upset him now.

But, say that you want to go to Hawaii for spring break – this is when some special sexual favor is probably in order.

Really, it’s quite simple – you don’t have much to figure out. Ask any man and he’ll tell you that women confuse the crud out of them and they can never get it right in deciding what their female cohort really wants or needs.

Does she want flowers, or to be held, or advice or just a listening ear, or intellectual conversation or romance or surprise or predictability or, or, or. . . ? Basically, women, you only have to cook or put out.

If you don’t like to cook, you’re screwed.

Suzanne Strazza is a writer living in Mancos.

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Do family values include whores in the White House?

It’s getting to the point where that old saw — believe nothing of what you hear, and only half of what you read — may need to be revamped. Perhaps to: Believe nothing of what you hear, read or see, and only half of what you think you’ve discerned through rational thought based purely on the facts of a matter. (Not including this spasm of lucidity, of course.) At any rate, when it comes to undermining this country’s allegedly free press with disingenuous propaganda disguised as objective news and independent opinion, the Bush administration has plunged to previously unplumbed depths in that cesspool we know as politics.

Over the past few months there have been several disclosures that demonstrate the far-reaching agenda of the president’s puppetmasters to manage the news and information upon which we citizens rely for some semblance of reality.

Video press releases produced and paid for by various Cabinet-level departments – Justice, Defense, Education, to name a few — are being supplied to TV stations to run as hard news stories, without identifying the source, but complete with a “reporter” (actually an administration-hired PR specialist) wrapping it up by saying, “This is (fill in fake name) in Washington.”

But rather than a traditional two-, three- or four-sided story where opposing forces and differing views are exposed to scrutiny, these Big Brother releases focus only on the alleged wonderful impacts of various Bush policies. The government watchdog General Accounting Office recently ruled the fake news videos are illegal expenditures because they amount to partisan sales pitches intended to promote Bush’s political ends. But Bush says “ his” Justice Department believes otherwise, so the spending will continue.

It should be noted that this practice began during the Clinton administration. But Bush’s people have extended their efforts to control the news into realms never dreamed of by Slick Willy.

Public-relations firms hired by Bush’s administration — with tax dollars, of course — have also been secretly paying purportedly free-thinking columnists to champion a variety of mean-spirited policies dear to what passes for the hearts of the president’s minions. (Cut 100,000 poor kids from the Medicaid rolls, for instance, while grandstanding about the great worth of one “life” represented by a brain-dead woman.)

First, there was the revelation that Armstrong Williams, a right-wing newspaper columnist and talk-show host, had been paid $241,000 by the U.S. Department of Education to hype Bush’s No Child Left Behind education agenda by, for instance, interviewing former Education Secretary Rod Paige on his TV show and writing glowingly of NCLB in his newspaper column. Williams never mentioned he was a “ paid spokesperson,” as they say, until this was revealed through a Freedom of Information request.

He feebly tried to defend the bribery by saying he actually believed in NCLB, so he would have said the same things, paid or not. (Maybe not so vigorously or so often, but oh well.) Particulary valuable to the Republican spin machine because he is a black conservative, the shameless blowhard finally conceded it might have been a good idea to reveal his handsome reward for trumpeting Bush’s greatness to the unwashed and gullible.

Then there was syndicated columnist Maggie Gallagher, paid more than $20,000 by the Department of Health and Human Services to promote heterosexual marriage through such means as a brochure entitled, “The Top Ten Reasons Marriage Matters.” But in her own opinion pieces, Gallagher also championed the $300 million “Bush marriage initiative.” Once exposed as a paid administration flack, she, too, admitted it might have been better to be upfront about the payola.

Asked about this practice in February at one of his rare press conferences, Bush blandly said, “There needs to be a nice, independent relationship between the White House and the press.”

Then an odd thing happened. Obviously wanting to end that topic, the president quickly called on another questioner. But it wasn’t just anyone from the legitimate reporters who faithfully cover his tortured remarks that Bush recognized next.

No, it was a phony reporter going by the phony name of Jeff Gannon (real name James Guckert), a Republican plant who had no journalistic bona fides other than writing phony stories for a Texas company known as Talon News, which is funded by GOPUSA, one of the many propaganda arms of our neo-conservative masters.

During the two years Guckert was given daily passes to White House briefings as well as passes to presidential news conferences, his “stories” included a piece opining that John Kerry might be remembered as “the first gay president” if elected, because of his support for gay rights. Then there was another fabrication claiming that Kerry had had an affair with an intern, just like you-know-who. (No points for originality there, but the lie touched off a brief slime storm among right-wing talk-radio hosts.)

But even though Bush’s go-to guy wasn’t actually a reporter. he did have a real occupation, mind you — it was later revealed. Guckert/ Gannon openly touted his services as a gay prostitute on several web sites — such as hotmilitarystud. com, MeetLocalMen.com and so on — that included lots of suggestive nude pictures of the White House regular. For only $200 an hour he’d “ escort” men through a garden of sexual pleasures; for $1,200, he was yours for the weekend. (With apologies to Dave Berry, I am not making this up.)

So here’s what the “gentleman of the night” asked the president:

“Senate Democratic leaders have painted a very bleak picture of the U.S. economy,” the silver-tongued courtesan began. “Yet they say that Social Security is rock-solid and there’s no crisis there . . . how are you going to work with people who seem to have divorced themselves from reality?” (Never mind that Guckert’s assertions were falsehoods he’d apparently gleaned from right-wing talk shows.)

Guckert was also a favorite of Bush spokesman Scott McClellan, who often called on the bogus scribe during daily briefings to defuse any questioning from real reporters. “Jeff Gannon” often posed no real questions, but rather used the briefing as a platform to denounce Bush detractors.

Still, McClellan defended Guckert to Editor and Publisher magazine, observing that “peope use aliases all the time in life, from journalists to actors.”

Especially if they sell both their bodies and souls, and want to keep this fine distinction clear.

Hey, I could do that if the money was right. How about, “Clark Kent from the Daily Planet, Mr. President. Why is it you’re so good and Christian, and your liberal Democratic enemies are so godless and evil?”

No, I guess I couldn’t do that.

David Grant Long has never posed nude for any Internet web sites.

Published in April 2005, David Long

Alphabet soup

Prisoners supposedly pay for their crimes by hammering out license plates in our national prisons. Perhaps the practice appeals to the public’s desire for justice, but punitive measures may have gone too far in New Hampshire where inmates would likely be forced to turn out plates with the State’s motto, “Live Free or Die.” That sounds a little harsh.

So does the notion that originated in Ohio, where repeat DWI offenders are asked to display “whiskey plates,” a license plate on every vehicle they own announcing to the world their inclination to drink and drive. The plates are designed to call attention to themselves, often beginning with the letter W, red letters against a yellow background.

It’s likely the color red was selected to shout a warning at unwary motorists across three lanes of traffic, or to remind the driver that he or she shouldn’t be behind the wheel with bloodshot eyes. The logic behind choosing yellow for a background color is more inscrutable, but I’d say it represents cowardice on the part of lawmakers who refuse to get serious about getting drunk drivers off the road.

Illinois recently considered initiating a similar program for three-time offenders; Minnesota already has one in place. I find myself wondering just how effective a whiskey-plate mentality can be, for if ordinary humiliation changed behavior, then simply surviving high school should have made most of us perfect people by now.

Somebody named Cliff posted this bit of wisdom on a TalkLeft web site: “I’m wondering about the utility of it? I mean, if I’m behind the former drunk then I’m warned, but if he’s coming at me at an intersection then it’s not much help. I say we use those old Mary Kay pink Cadillacs!” Or, here’s Wile E. Coyote himself with an original suggestion: “Can we get them vanity plates? Do some advertising: BUD 4U?”

The idea that humiliation can effectively deter convicted drivers from drinking when they get behind the wheel seems ludicrous. I can visualize what happened in Minnesota where a secret society called MAFGAY (Mothers Against Feeling Good About Yourself) lobbied the legislation into law, convinced that if enough good drivers stare at the offenders while they idle at intersections, the message “Don’t Drink and Drive” will be translated into an alcoholic’s worst nightmare: “Bad driver!”

I’m not pretending drunk driving doesn’t pose a serious problem, but circumventing our C o n s t i t u t i o n seems to me to be an even greater risk. Granting police the power to pull these drivers over at any time without immediate and obvious probable cause scares me more than the thought that some driver on the road might be drunk. What if the driver is not the potential drunk, but his or her spouse? Maybe even an offspring, friend, or (God help us all) a distant relative visiting from Colorado?

Even if whiskey plates had the power to pull every sober driver to the side of the road and allow the miscreant through, it still wouldn’t be a good idea. It’s time to put an end to a program that amounts to public flogging before it gains national popularity. Puritan democracy was and still is anything but pure. Two DWIs should result in the driver’s license being taken away, not just the licence plates.

I liked what David said on his web posting: “The whole thing makes very little sense to me. If you are a third time offender, you should be MAKING license plates, not driving around with them on your car.”

If I am mistaken, though, and whiskey plates are doing a miraculous job in reducing DWIs, then perhaps the letter “S “ should become the designation for drivers convicted of doing stupid things, like turning without signals, living in the left lane, running red lights, or talking on their cell phones. A giant “U” for the uninsured. Or an “O” for drivers older than 65 who have trouble getting the car up to 55, maybe printed on a gray background.

What would it take to protect the public from those who don’t take the job of operating a motor vehicle seriously? I’m afraid there aren’t enough letters in the alphabet to keep everyone from harm.

David Feela is a teacher at Montezuma-Cortez High School.

Published in David Feela

‘Mr. Gordy’ helps teach the joy of reading

At the age of 86, Cortez resident Gordon Milligan still knows the joy of being of service.

For the past eight years Milligan has worked to assist first- and secondgraders at Manaugh Elementary School with reading. He also helps Beech Street Kindergarten students in making their lunchtime meal and transportation connections at Manaugh, takes turns with playground duty and assists with “The Country Store.”

Milligan, better known as “Mr. Gordy” to students and teachers, began as a volunteer — but during his eightyear tenure his services have become so valuable that the school district now pays him.

It’s apparent that Manaugh students are extremely fond of “Mr. Gordy.” First- and second-grade teacher Lynn Soukup’s class is Milligan’s base class, although he also works with students from other classes.

Soukup’s student Britney Corbitt said she appreciates the positive feedback that Milligan provides. “I like Mr. Gordy because he sometimes tells me, ‘ That’s a really good job’,” she said.

Several of Soukup’s students said they like the stories Milligan shares and appreciate his help with reading. “ He’s just really nice,” summarized Tyson Simp.

Soukup said Milligan also shares stories about his World War II Air Force experiences with students.

“He’s a wonderful person to work with — he gives 110 percent,” Manaugh librarian Karen Yarbrough said.

She described Milligan as having the best interests of the children at heart, adding that he’s a person who never expects anything in return for what he does.

Yarbrough runs The Country Store in the library before school starts. Students can buy small items in the store. Even though most students don’t arrive until around 9 a.m., Milligan is there at 7:30 every morning. Yarbrough said when students want items and find themselves without adequate resources, Milligan always finds a way to see that they have what they need.

First-grade teacher Tina Callihan said students “absolutely love him,” explaining that he’s a grandfather figure to many of them. “He’s a special presence in our building — a friend,” she said.

“He chooses some really good stories,” Callihan’s student Bailey Starritt said.

“Whenever I get words wrong, Mr. Gordy helps me,” added classmate Hope Pell.

“Every day, all year long, the kids beg to go read with Mr. Gordy,” said first-grade teacher Cherie Dennison. “ He always has a smile.”

Milligan and his ex-wife, Norma, raised three children of their own: Mark, a financial manager in Evergreen, Colo.; Kay Bantam, a homemaker and “rancher’s wife” in Orleans, Neb.; and Becky Arndt, a homemaker in Grand Island, Neb., who also works with children to help them learn to read. Milligan said he has, exactly, “a batch” of grandchildren.

Milligan holds an associate degree in applied science from McCook Community College in McCook, Neb., and attended the University of Nebraska for two years before joining the Air Force. He attained the rank of first sergeant, serving as an aircraft mechanic.

Milligan farmed for 10 years in Nebraska, growing irrigated corn and alfalfa and also raising cattle. He was director of maintenance, housekeeping and safety for Southwest Memorial Hospital in the ’80s and also served as interim administrator for part of that tenure.

He taught first aid and CPR for the Red Cross for 34 years, in both Nebraska and Colorado. Milligan routinely gave students a test at the end of the course, but one year he had an experience that would strongly influence his retirement years.

When he passed out the tests, he noticed that one student, a 42-year-old man, didn’t begin writing.

Milligan asked him why he wasn’t taking the test. The man quietly replied that he couldn’t read. (Milligan then gave him the test orally.)

Milligan said that experience caused him “to realize how important reading is.”

Ten years later, upon retirement, he began working at Manaugh. Milligan is obviously in his element at the school. When asked what he likes best about reading with the children, he answers with a warm smile, “ Their coming up and hugging me — and when they thank me for teaching them.”

Does he have plans to retire from this post-retirement work? “No. I love it,” he replies.

“Do what you can where you are with what you have,” Theodore Roosevelt once said. Gordy Milligan has brought these words to life.


Published in April 2005

Hurdles to mental-health care abound

Budget cuts, area’s remoteness can hinder treatment

A man is brought to the emergency room, chattering incoherently and describing things only he can see. He isn’t drunk or under the influence of another drug. A social worker is sent to evaluate him, and he tells her about his detailed plan for suicide.

It’s decided the man poses a danger to himself and possibly to others and that he needs immediate, intensive psychiatric care.

But where will the care come from?

When this scenario unfolds in Cortez, emergency-room personnel, mental health workers and a patient’s family and friends are faced with an often frustrating struggle to find help.

Even before a person reaches the point of needing hospitalization for a behavioral-health problem, there are many hurdles to obtaining adequate mental-health treatment in the Four Corners area. Consequently, many mentally ill people go undiagnosed and untreated.

Falling through the cracks

A study by the World Health Organization, the World Bank and Harvard University found that the “disease burden” created by mental illness in developed countries is more than the burden of all cancers combined.

Four of the 10 leading causes of disability in the United States are mental disorders: major depression, bipolar disorder (manic depression), schizophrenia and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

And mental illness isn’t a problem just for the sufferer. Individuals with behavioral-health problems who are under-treated or not treated at all often wind up in the hands of law enforcement, the judicial system and corrections agencies.

“I see cops in Cortez that have to go to a domestic (-violence incident) that may be mental-health, behavioral-health driven,” said Dave Guy, a counselor for Discovery Employee Assistance in Durango. “The police are doing basic social work and basic counseling trying to de-escalate the situation.”

But the importance of mental-health care isn’t reflected in local funding. In 2003, state budget cuts of more than $675,000 severely impacted the five-county area served by Southwest Colorado Mental Health Center, a nonprofit agency that relies heavily on government funding.

At the center’s Cortez branch – which serves all of Dolores and Montezuma counties – the loss of revenue led to the layoff of two child and family therapists, who each served about 20 patients per week. According to Ann Wetton, program supervisor at the Cortez center, many people at the time thought the center was struggling or closed.

“I think there were great concerns when we had the layoffs,” she said. “ (Clients) just stopped coming in for a while. We ended up seeing a lot more people on emergency because it would get to the point of a crisis rather than being able to do some preventive work.”

Guy said budget cuts have helped create a population of mentally ill people who have fallen through the cracks, often becoming concerns for other agencies and organizations.

“Colorado has taken so much (money) out of the behavioral-health and mental-health arena that we have too many folks walking the streets who haven’t really gotten help,” Guy said. “ So they are really marginalized. Then they do things that they perceive to be right, which gets them in trouble with law enforcement, and they get picked up. So now they’re stressed … their body chemistry and mental outlook is really challenged and they can be angry, they can be violent.”

Mental problems can be a factor in other social ills such as unemployment, crime, and substance abuse.

“A lot of people self-medicate. A lot of drug use is self-medication,” Guy said. If substance abusers aren’t treated effectively, he said, “they’ll cycle through (the system) again because they haven’t dealt with whatever the issues are that drove the (abuse).”

Barriers to care

The isolated nature of S o u t h w e s t Colorado – which provides peace and serenity for many people – often hinders individuals in need of treatment for a behavioral-health problem. Frequently, one of the biggest hurdles for such people is just deciding to seek care.

Research by the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH) shows that people in rural areas have an incidence of mental illness and substance abuse at least as high as that in urban areas. But rural people frequently don’t seek treatment because they worry they can’t pay, lack information about available services, or fear the stigma.

“Seldom does a person with a real mental-health issue say, ‘I really think it’s time for me to get fixed.’ I’ve never had one in 30 years do that,” Guy said. “ For a person to go to a counselor, number one, they have to admit that they have an issue; and number two, they need to find a counselor they connect with.”

Wetton said many people don’t seek care because of the stigma attached to mental illness. “We only see a fraction of the people that could be using the services,” she said. “I think some of it is that this is a ‘mental-health center’ and they don’t want to go to that ‘crazy place’ because they’re not crazy.”

Cindy Irvin, director of the Good Samaritan Center in Cortez, agrees. Her center provides food, clothing and shelter for people in dire straits. Many of them are simply down on their luck, but others she sees could clearly benefit from mental-health treatment.

She said even though low-cost help is available for many poor people in need of treatment, most still will not seek it.

“They’re afraid,” she said. “They think if they go to mental-health treatment, (counselors) will find more wrong with them than what they think is wrong.

‘I don’t know how many people I’ve tried to send to mental health that won’t go. Others go, but they lack the capability, or they’re just stubborn, and they don’t follow through with the work they need to do on themselves to get better.”

Many times, Guy said, people with mental illness have to be brought to a hospital or counselor against their wishes — by a friend, family member or even a law officer.

A patchwork of coverage

But even people willing to seek help may have difficulty paying for it. Wetton said approximately 70 percent of the mental-health center’s clients are covered by Medicaid, the government program for the poorest people. The rest are self-pay or covered by private insurance.

Medicaid clients don’t pay anything out of pocket at Southwest Mental Health, and have no set limit on treatment. Private insurance generally pays for only a limited number of sessions and requires co-payments. Not all private insurance is accepted by the mental- health center, though most is. People covered by Medicare also have a co-pay.

For those not covered by private insurance or Medicaid who fall within certain income guidelines, the fee is approximately 30 percent of what the full charge would be. After the center’s initial budget cuts, that rose to 50 percent, but recently it was reduced again because the center received some additional funding.

“Funding for indigent care is still a huge problem,” Wetton said. “We have just recently reduced the (self-pay) fee because we‘ve gotten some money. It‘s made it a little more accessible for people. Without that money, it’s been tough to offer services to people who are indigent or have no insurance. There are a lot of people who are working that have no insurance coverage.”

The mental-health center works with clients who don’t have the resources to pay, Wetton said, reducing the fees even further. The goal is to provide treatment and do preventive work so those with mental-health problems don’t end up hospitalized, which proves even more costly in the long run.

Seven beds for the Western Slope

Just as with other types of illness, mental disorders grow worse if they are untreated, possibly resulting in emergency treatment being necessary.

Trying to help clients who need acute care and hospitalization — something Wetton deals with about once a month — is a huge challenge. The process of involuntarily committing someone usually takes six to eight hours, she said. “It’s incredibly cumbersome. We start making our phone calls … and nobody ever has any beds. “ It’s a nightmare.”

For the general adult population — patients other than children, geriatric patients or prisoners with felony charges — there are only seven beds for the entire Western Slope, Wetton said. If she is able to secure one of those few beds, Wetton said, the nearest public, in-patient psychiatric facility is in Pueblo — a seven-hour trip by car. And in order to involuntarily commit someone she must obtain a court-approved transportation order from the district attorney — a process that can take considerable time.

Then, after a bed is found and transportation arranged, the patient’s ordeal has just begun. Typically, psychotic patients are medicated to keep them calm during transport and, as an added indignity, they are restrained in shackles throughout the trip.

Wetton said the trauma that patients suffer during transportation is distressing, but it is sometimes the only option for those in acute psychotic episodes.

“I hate it – I absolutely hate it,” Wetton said. “It’s the worst thing in the world because a lot of the people we’re hospitalizing are having PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) reactions to something. And here we are throwing them in shackles in the middle of the night for a seven-hour trip over the mountain passes. It’s just horrible. It’s barbaric, but that’s the option we have if somebody is in that much danger.”

So Wetton and her colleagues at the mental-health center strive to avoid the need for hospitalization by offering as much preventive care as they can.

Who needs help

Mental disorders are classified in more than a dozen categories, from depressive disorders to schizophrenia, anxiety disorders to Alzheimer’s Disease. According to the NIMH, 22 percent of Americans over the age of 18 — about 1 in 5 adults — suffer from a diagnosable mental disorder.

In the Four Corners area, a common issue is bipolar disorder, according to Guy. “We get manic or hyperactivity on one end and depression on the other end, so folks cycle from depression to mania.”

More than 2 million American adults have bipolar disorder, a condition characterized by unusual shifts in mood, energy and ability to function, according to the NIMH.

Guy also sees clients for problems ranging from relationship and family issues to severe depression and chronic mental illness.

“Depression is the common cold of behavioral health,” he said. “A person can be depressed and still function at a fairly good level if they have resources, if they have a network of folks they can talk to.”

But for people without friends and family to rely on, behavioral-health problems can go unrecognized, often coming to light in a dramatic way.

“There are those who are extreme – the psychotic, the antisocial,” Guy said, “ folks who have no sense of their own well-being or the well-being of others. Those are the hardest ones to deal with and are least receptive to therapy.”

Those extreme cases often end up in the hospital emergency room or county jail.

Irvin, of the Good Samaritan Center, said some of the people she sees “act out once in a while and get thrown in jail,” which may be the worst place for the most seriously ill. “They can’t stand that confinement,” she said.

The hospital or jail will seek assistance from mental-health professionals when necessary.

“If somebody at home gets into a mental-health crisis, they can either call the emergency line we have or the police,” said Wetton. “The police will do a health and welfare check and if they felt that (the person) needed an assessment and maybe hospitalization, they would transport them to the emergency room. Then we get called and go over and do our piece, then hospitalize from there if we need to.”

Aside from the extreme cases, mental- health workers in Montezuma County see a wide range of problems afflicting people from all walks of life.

“We see a lot of families with parenting issues, child-care issues, abuse issues,” Wetton said.

She added that the economic climate in Southwest Colorado is a factor that brings people to her doorstep.

“This is a hard area. It’s a poverty area,” she said. “And you get people that can kind of make it and then something slips — whether it’s a relationship, or some financial thing — they are able to keep it together to a certain point and then they just can’t.”

What help is available

For people who recognize they need help, finding adequate care can be a challenge.

“Cortez is an ‘arid’ place,” Guy said. “ There are not a lot of counselors who do general practice. It’s a challenging place to get help.”

Irvin noted that there is just one psychiatrist at the Cortez mental-health center “and there’s not enough of her to stretch around to take care of all the people that have need of her.”

Psychotherapists can provide skilled counseling but can’t prescribe medications, so clients needing a prescription must see the psychiatrist too.

Often, people will start with their family physician, who may recommend one of the many available medications for common disorders.

However, Guy said there’s more to treating a mental-health problem than chemicals.

“Western medicine believes that everything can be fixed by a pill or a splint or an operation,” he said, stressing that physicians should also encourage patients to get counseling if they have behavioral-health problems.

Individuals able to pay for their own care or covered by insurance can choose from a few local counselors and organizations listed in the phone book under “mental health services.” There are more listings under “counselors” — most in the Durango area — that offer services from arts and play therapy to equine-assisted psychotherapy and help with “spiritual quests.” But for people without insurance, the options dwindle.

At some companies, workers can take advantage of employee-assistance programs, but the extent of help is often limited.

“I see employee assistance as kind of a triage,” Guy said. “Employee-assistance programs are designed to be an initial assessment and problem-focused.”

Six or eight sessions are usually enough, he said, for a person doing fairly well in life to create a plan and start work on it. However, employees in need of long-term treatment may be referred to a psychiatrist for a thorough evaluation and follow-up care.

Coming to a crossroads

An option on the local horizon for more acute cases is a facility planned in Durango called The Crossroads. The 12,870-square-foot building on the new campus of the Mercy Regional Medical Center will house three units to be operated by Southwest Colorado Mental Health Center: a relocated detox unit, emergency services and a psychiatric urgent-care unit.

Bern Heath, CEO of Southwest Colorado Mental Health, said the new facility, while not a psychiatric hospital, will offer a choice for patients faced with the possibility of involuntary commitment to the state hospital in Pueblo.

“We can either transport (a patient) to the Front Range, to Pueblo,” Heath said. “And that’s either in shackles for seven or eight hours or by air flight at great expense … and out of reach of family, friends and support systems. Or (a patient) can voluntarily go to Crossroads, within range of family and friends — an hour from Cortez.”

Most people, Heath said, would likely choose the Crossroads option. However, the choice won’t be available for all patients. The facility will not be able to take highly agitated, acutely psychotic individuals or children.

“While the facility itself will not address these two populations,” Heath said, “by virtue of other mechanisms, we will actually have a resource that will serve all individuals, adults or children, Montezuma to Archuleta (counties), in psychiatric crisis locally.”

Money to construct the $2.8 million facility will come from municipal and county funding, donations from the community and grants. The mental health center was recently awarded $500,000 from the Governor’s Rural Healthcare Initiative, as well as approval for an additional $500,000 in federal appropriations. A request for $1 million has been made by La Plata County and Durango to the Energy and Mineral Impact Assistance Grant.

According to a report released in February by the Community Psychiatric Resource Task Force, the biggest funding challenge for the Crossroads project will be ongoing operational financing. Southwest Colorado Mental Health Center will operate the detox and triage units using existing funding. The psychiatric urgent-care residential component will be operated with a combination of the mental-health center’s current funding and other sources.

An estimated $610,000 in annual operational funds will come from the mental-health center and consumer revenues.

However, the task force anticipates a funding gap of $890,000 because of a large amount of uncompensated care. Planners hope to close this gap with state, county, municipal and special funding, including from the Southern Ute Tribe, Upper San Juan Health District, Montezuma Hospital District, Animas Surgical Center, regional municipalities and Fort Lewis College.

In November, voters in La Plata County will decide on additional operating funds when a proposed healthcare district appears on the ballot. The La Plata County Health Care District, if approved, would generate $350,000 annually for the new facility.

Wetton said the center will be an alternative to many of the hospitalizations she handles, and will provide clients with a new safety net.

“For some of the folks that are just totally chronic, really, really psychotic and a danger to themselves because of that, (the state hospital in) Pueblo is the only answer.” However, the new center “will certainly cut down the number of people that we have to send to Pueblo.”

No easy answers

Even with the advent of the new facility in Durango, more is needed to improve behavioral-health care in Southwest Colorado. Mental-health issues pervade every aspect of society, dramatically affecting the overall health of a community.

In order to address the problem, communities must first recognize it.

“People may say there isn’t a mentalhealth problem in Montezuma County,” Wetton said. “And it’s not there if you don’t acknowledge it.”

As modern lifestyles get more hightech, it’s easier for people to ignore mental-health issues in their neighbors, family and friends. Cell phones, e-mail and voice messaging can create barriers to face-to-face contact.

“We’re not as in touch with one another as we used to be,” Guy said. “We‘ve created silos of life. We’ve created distance.”

Guy said even when people notice a change in a friend or family member, few are brave enough to tell the person. He stressed it’s also important to recognize problems in ourselves, and he sees people who maintain their cars better than their psyches.

Relying on healthy people – and not just mental-health professionals – to be involved in the mental health of the community is a key to improvement.

For example, Guy said, a pastor could teach his congregation the early signs of suicidal behavior. “We could do earlier intervention if we had more folks understand what’s going on.”

By taking ownership of the issue, breaking down stigmas and stereotypes and educating citizens, communities can give mental-health programs a better chance of success.

Published in April 2005 Tagged

Have you heard the buzz?

Tom Herzog likes the sounds of silence.

That’s why, in 1994, he bought 45 acres on Haycamp Mesa in Montezuma County, land surrounded largely by the San Juan National Forest. His nearest neighbor is 3 miles away.

“I was a renter all my life,” he said. “ I had to put up with lots of noise.”

A carpenter, Herzog built his own home, using cinderblocks in the walls both for protection from wildfires and for additional quiet. “There’s always someone up here with a chainsaw,” he said.

He spent $30,000 to put in solar panels and equipment so he wouldn’t have to run a noisy generator. Then he settled back to enjoy the stillness.

“This is heaven on earth to me,” he said. “People came here all the time and said, ‘This is what silence is’.”

But no more, he said. According to Herzog, on or around Aug. 1, 2004, he woke to a strange low, rumbling noise. It sounded like a motor running in the distance, but it didn’t cease. “By the end of the day, I was thinking, ‘Is somebody driving on my property?’ But there was nobody.”

After 10 days of the continual noise, he thought maybe the nearby Lost Canyon Ranch, a private hunting reserve, was running a motor of some sort. He drove to their driveway and listened, but the noise sounded no louder.

One night at 2 a.m., frantic to find the source, he got up and started driving. “ I drove 20 miles in all directions, but it sounded the same,” Herzog said. Finally, in speaking to San Juan National Forest officials, he learned that a new compressor station on Mancos Hill, 13 miles away, had started operating Aug. 1.

The compressor station was built to provide extra transmission capacity for a natural-gas pipeline owned by TransColorado Gas Transmission Co., a wholly owned subsidiary of Kinder Morgan Inc. As part of the same project, TransColorado also built new compressor stations in Montrose and Mesa counties and upgraded existing stations in Dolores and Montrose counties.

The pipeline extends from Rio Blanco County, Colo., to a point in San Juan County, N.M., where it connects with various other pipelines. Herzog is convinced the compressor station or the extra volume of gas is somehow causing the noise. He says it’s too much of a coincidence that the station went on-line at the same time he began hearing the sound.

Kinder Morgan officials, however, are equally adamant that their pipelines and facilities cannot possibly be the source.

“In the area he’s concerned about, our pipeline is under ground the entire way,” said Doug Schminke, Western Slope operations manager for Kinder Morgan.

And extensive noise-abatement technology was used in constructing the Mancos compressor station, he said.

“We go to extreme measures to mitigate sound. The technology is available.”

‘Peaceful and serene’

The Mancos compressor station caused controversy when it was proposed at the Mancos Hill site where it now sits. A number of neighbors came to voice concerns about many issues, including noise.

But Kinder-Morgan took extensive measures to keep the noise level low, Schminke said.

“We engineer numerous methods to reduce the overall sound,” he said. Such methods include burying the pipeline instead of having it above ground, using heavily insulated berms to house the compressors, installing special, quiet fan blades on the cooling towers, insulating the exhaust piping, and putting a hospital-grade silencer/ exhaust muffler on all the units.

Sound-level surveys are taken before and after a station is built, Schminke said, to make sure the noise level is acceptable.

“Mancos is an extremely quiet facility,” he said.

Patrick McCoy, land and minerals forester with the San Juan National Forest, agrees. He was responsible for overseeing the construction of the compressor station, and he believes every measure was taken to keep it quiet.

He pointed out that the Mancos station is 13 miles away from Herzog’s home and that people living much closer to it have not complained of the noise.

“He’s the only person that has brought this issue to us,” McCoy said, adding that he has visited Herzog on Haycamp Mesa and could hear nothing amiss.

“I was out there in October and November. To me it’s peaceful, serene,” he said. “Sometimes you hear the wind or a vehicle on 184.”

Travels a long way

But Herzog maintains there is a low humming noise that sometimes increases or decreases in intensity but is always present, a maddening background sound. He speculated that it may not be the compressor station that is causing it, but the pipeline itself with the increased volume of natural gas moving through it.

Before August, according to McCoy, the pipeline handled 300 million cubic feet of natural gas per day. The three new compressor stations increased the capacity to 425 million cf per day.

But according to Schminke, the Mancos compressor station wasn’t even operating for much of March because maintenance work was being done at the site.

Herzog argues that might not matter because, as part of the overall project, TransColorado upgraded other stations northward on the pipeline, thus ensuring that a high volume of gas might still be moving. But Schminke said the volume of gas moved is seasonal, increasing only when demand is high.

Lisa Sumi, research director with the non-profit Oil and Gas Accountability Project in Durango, said there isn’t a lot of research specific to noise made by oil and gas facilities. But literature she has read does indicate that a turbulence “ can get set up in a pipeline which can create a low-frequency noise,” she said.

Likewise, although concrete information on the distances noise can travel is hard to come by, it’s known that low frequency noises – the kind often emitted by compressor stations or possibly pipelines – can travel a long way.

“Noise can travel significant distances, especially low-frequency noise,” she said. “At higher frequencies the ground or trees can act as barriers or can absorb those frequencies but low frequencies tend to be able to travel unabated. The types of distances he’s dealing with I don’t think are unheard of.”

Buildings can also take sound waves and re-emit them as a vibration, Sumi said. At night the noise tends to be worse.

She said landowners in areas around Durango, where there is considerable oil and gas extraction, have complained of low-frequency noise they describe as like an engine running in the distance, a hum or a throbbing. McCoy admitted it was theoretically possible the pipeline’s vibration was resonating through a geologic formation, but he considers it highly unlikely.

The Taos hum

Part of the problem is that noise is highly subjective. One person may not hear his own dogs yapping outside, while his neighbor may be nearly driven to violence by the sound. A rumbling semi may seem soothing to a truck driver but could keep people a half-mile away from sleeping.

Furthermore, many people hear noises that arise within their own ears, a condition known as tinnitus. And there’s always the power of suggestion — when someone learns about a noise, he may think he hears it too.

A phenomenon called the “Taos hum,” after the New Mexico city where it was first publicized, exists worldwide, involving many otherwise normal people who hear a low-frequency rumble that nearly drives them crazy.

According to information on the Internet, one man in England took to sleeping on a park bench instead of in his comfortable home because that was the only place he didn’t hear the noise. His wife, on the other hand, was unaffected.

Some experts speculate that certain people just hear low frequencies better than others and can be bothered by sounds that seem nonexistent to the majority of the populace.

Herzog insists that the noise he hears isn’t subtle. “The whole forest is humming like a truck stop,” he said, adding that he experiences the sound even in Rico and Cortez.

Schminke firmly denies the pipeline could produce such noise. “I can assure you that you couldn’t hear our facilities in either of those places,” he said.

Herzog was encouraged recently when he saw an advertisement in a local paper asking if anyone else heard a rumbling in the Cortez area. He contacted the man who had placed the ad, Jim Black of Cortez.

Black told the Free Press he has heard the noise since some time in 2004. At first, his grown children commented while visiting that “your refrigerator runs all the time,” but when that proved not to be true, he investigated further.

After being scoffed at by people with various phone companies, he said, he persuaded Empire Electric technicians to check the sound. They replaced a nearby transformer they thought might be faulty, but that hasn’t eliminated the problem, which so far remains a mystery, Black said.

He isn’t convinced the noise is the same one that Herzog hears. Black said an expert has told him the sound is only 10 to 14 decibels and very low frequency. However, its omnipresence bothers him.

“It just gnaws on you after awhile,” he said. “I sleep with earplugs.”

A trade-off?

Herzog has complained to the EPA, the state oil and gas commission, the Public Utilities Commission, even the U.S. Department of Transportation, all to no avail. He said his nearest neighbors don’t hear the noise, but other people who have visited the area, including his friends and some ranchers moving cattle onto grazing tracts, said they could hear it.

“I don’t know why it’s assumed that if you hear a sound you’re a kook,” he said.

Kinder Morgan officials and the Forest Service’s McCoy said they have done all they can to investigate Herzog’s complaint.

“No one other than Mr. Herzog has come forth,” McCoy said. “I don’t want to spend a lot of taxpayer money on something if only one person hears it.”

But Sumi said even one individual’s complaint can be legitimate.

“We all have different sensitivities, so some people may hear it and others may not, even in the same household,” Sumi said. “It’s really easy to look at individual landowners who are experiencing problems and say, oh, they’re just sensitive, they’re a bit wacky, but I do think this is a serious issue that we’re only going to experience more now that the oil and gas industries are moving closer to where people live.”

Black’s experience echoes that; he said some visitors to his house hear the humming, while others don’t. One thing is clear: Noise is everywhere in our society, and the hardest noises to deal with are those that can’t be traced to their source.

Schminke noted that, as the world grows more crowded, the potential increases for intrusive noise from a multitude of sources, but that may be a necessary component of our hightech lifestyles.

“We have more and more vehicles traveling the highways, more and more industries and mills manufacturing products, even entertainment facilities that add to the overall background noise,” he said. “It’s just a trade-off we have to recognize to enjoy the comfort that we do today.”

Reporter’s note: The reader may be wondering whether I heard the rumbling Mr. Herzog is talking about on Haycamp Mesa. The answer is yes, though I don’t find it to be as loud as he does. If anyone also hears the noise, he asks that you e-mail freepress@fone.net.

Published in April 2005

For rafters, happy days are here again

Crowds expected for first good season in years

For the first time in four years, whitewater rapids will likely return to the lower Dolores River canyon this spring, bringing boaters a much-needed thrill and revitalizing a drought-stricken river with a cleansing surge of water.

A record-breaking winter snowpack in the Dolores Basin this year has reached 130 percent of normal, and more precipitation is in the forecast. With the drought apparently ending, officials report that spring runoff will easily fill McPhee Reservoir, and the overflow will be released by the Bureau of Reclamation to benefit whitewater enthusiasts.Rob Peterka canoes before the drought

“It’s time to get on the river,” said Carolyn Dunmire, organizer of the Dolores River Action Group, which lobbies for boater needs. “I think there is a lot of pent-up demand, so expect some crowds.”

The recreation water expected to be timed-released from the dam is around 102,000 acre-feet, which technically translates to a 37-day rafting season at flows of 800 cubic feet per second, explained BOR operations manager Vern Harrell. The plan is to begin increasing downstream flows for boaters in May with (depending on actual run-off conditions) the possibility of lasting at that rate into early June.

The BOR considers 800 cfs flows as the minimum for a good rafting experience. Kayaks and canoes could negotiate the river to as low as 400-500 cfs. Already, lower-elevation runoff has pushed the Dolores past the San Miguel River to 500 cfs.

The scenic lower Dolores offers multi-day trips that flow through twisting red-rock canyons revered for their remoteness and natural beauty. No permits are necessary.

Single-day runs are also popular, especially on Snaggletooth Rapid, a vicious Class IV/V rapid that will soon roar back to life, a coveted thrill sorely missed by expert kayakers and rafters. Harrell said the exact dam release dates will be known April 15. He said the forecast looks promising and that the reservoir is already filling at a rate of 1,000 acre-feet per day. Regular updates will be posted at doloreswater. com beginning April 1.

“We don’t really know for certain how long the season will last right now because we rely on a forecast,” he said. “ A lot of it depends on how fast it comes down and spring precipitation.”

Also, in order to simulate a natural spring flush, the BOR will release 2,000 cfs for seven days around Memorial Day weekend, Harrell said. The extra surge of water will be a boon for rafters and is designed to clean out the lower Dolores, currently

clogged with mud, algae and sediment accumulated over the last four years.

Tips for enjoying the river

Rick Ryan, the affable but strict BLM river ranger for the lower Dolores River canyon, is bracing for the crowds of boaters the whitewater will surely bring. The most popular put-in date is Memorial Day weekend, a time he is encouraging people to avoid.

“I’ve had calls on a daily basis about the Dolores River from people in Colorado, Wyoming, New Mexico and Idaho, so if it runs they are coming,” he said. “The Dolores does not require a permit so it becomes a popular destination for boaters who don’t get permits elsewhere, plus it has not run in some time so locals will be taking advantage too.”

The impact on the river from recreation use will be significant, and Ryan and others will be on patrol to see that things run smoothly and that the river environment is respected. He offers these tips to ensure a great trip.

  • Be patient and courteous, even if others are not.
  • Smaller groups are more manageable and can find camping more easily.
  • As you encounter other groups while floating down the river, discuss which campsites they and you have planned. Communication will ease tension and minimize conflicts.
  • Campsites are not assigned and are on a first-come, first-served basis. Camps on the maps are a premium and will be quickly occupied. Be prepared for boating longer to find a campsite.
  • Camp-snatching is poor etiquette, equivalent to cutting in line. It is not allowed and rangers will be watching for it. Camp-snatching involves a cumbersome rafting party sending a more nimble kayaker ahead to pass other rafts and “reserve” a prime spot. Therefore the rule is that the first raft in a party that arrives at a campsite has claim to it.
  • Since it’s been a while since the river has been runnable, some campsites used in the past may be overgrown with vegetation, unrecognizable or simply gone from erosion or mud. Don’t try to clear out overgrown campsites. Have a minimal impact.
  • Try to camp out of sight from others. If you have a small group, say five or six, leave larger campsites for the larger groups.
  • There are more campsites between Cahone and Slickrock than between Slickrock and Bedrock.
  • Haul out all waste, and porta-potties are a must.
  • Watch out for poison ivy; it has flourished lately.

“Be safe and patient and have a good time,” Ryan said. “It’s a beautiful river and we are fortunate to be there.”

This flush is critical for overall river health and fish survival, explained Mike Japhet, fish biologist for the Division of Wildlife in Durango.

Mimicking a spring run-off clears out accumulated sediment and scours the river bottom to open up gravel beds that fish depend on for spawning. And more water is a critical signal for a struggling native-fish population to begin reproducing.

“A lot of the environmental cues fish use are tied to water flow,” Japhet said. “ We hope that the spill will be managed to match a natural spring flood so that these fish will take the cue and increase their numbers.”

Depleted flows in combination with a five-year drought have especially harmed warm-water fish whose habitat is roughly from where the Dolores enters the Colorado River upstream to the San Miguel confluence. In particular the round-tail chub has suffered declining populations due to low water and the introduction of non-native species such as sunfish and bullhead fish, Japhet said. These fish compete for food, and can reproduce better in poor conditions than native fish.

Surveys done two years ago in this part of the river showed a healthy gravel bed for native fish to spawn, for example, but recent conditions show these same areas to be covered in knee-deep muck, Japhet said.

“The round-tail chub is not on the brink of being eliminated, but we are keeping an eye on it because it is a state species of special concern and has been in decline,” he said. “We do not want to see that fish become the next threatened or endangered species, so we are hoping that with modest changes in water management from the Dolores Project, conditions can be improved for this fish.”

Also, the conditions that cottonwoods need are perfectly timed with the natural peak in spring runoff. It will help cottonwood seedlings to flourish by delivering them downstream where they are deposited in moist soil above the low water line. These trees stabilize the banks, fight off invasive tamarisk and provide shade for trout.

The conditions of the river bed, known as geomorphology, also will be improved with the extra water. Deep pools that trout favor are currently filled with sediment and will be flushed out, and algae that has accumulated on rocks and in the soil due to warm water temperatures will be blown out, increasing oxygen levels for fish and the insects they eat.

“You can’t underestimate the benefit of a spring flush; it is the natural conditions that all of the plants and animals in a riparian community depend on,” Japhet said.

The lower Dolores has suffered shortages alongside alfalfa-growers due to a half-empty reservoir the last four years. Farmers are expected to get their full share of irrigation this year, and recreation-users will get theirs as well, but there are some competing interests the BOR is negotiating on downstream of the dam.

For instance, whitewater boaters prefer the most water for as long as possible during warmer spring weather beginning in May. But biologists would like to see the ramping up of releases more gradually beginning in April to better simulate what a natural spring runoff is like.

“We are bringing all of these people together and there will be some give and take on everyone’s part,” Harrell said, adding that rafting needs are a priority because Dolores Project documents specify that spills be managed for rafting.

Still, the warm-water fishery needs attention as well, Harrell said, a new focus he credited to recent efforts by the Dolores River Coalition, a group made up of state and national conservation and environmental groups. The group has been meeting with the Dolores Water Conservation District board, which manages McPhee reservoir, for more than a year.

Japhet and the DOW are proposing that flows on the lower Dolores, which are now at 37 cfs below the dam, be ramped up to 50 cfs on May 1, 150 cfs one week later, and then to 400 cfs before the planned 2,000 cfs release beginning in May.

“It’s more natural to gradually release the water,” he said. “Otherwise, if we have a real warm spring, the warmwater fish will take the cue to spawn, then we dump cold water on them all at once and it turns them off.”

Japhet said that releasing slowly in April calculates to only 10 percent of the total amount estimated to spill, so the impact would be minimal for boaters. “The good news is that there is a lot of overlap between what the boaters like and what the native fish need,” so a compromise is likely.

“Part of the allure is not just a big ride, but also the natural beauty and the fact that you’re in a natural environment with healthy riparian habitat and fish populations,” he added.

Harrell agreed, saying communication between competing interests has improved. “Hopefully we will start managing downstream releases for the whole ecosystem instead of just for one or two aspects,” he said.

“One of the things I’ve seen in the past is an adversarial relationship between my job and the rafters, but lately it has not been like that. We seem to be more on the same page.”

A spill committee has been re-formed to represent fishery and boating interests. Tom Rice and Rick Ryan represent the boaters, Japhet and Kurt Lashmet speak for the fish and Jim Siscoe will conduct the core science studies sponsored by the Dolores River Coalition.

Published in April 2005

Birding festival has Cortez a-flutter

This April brings a new event to Montezuma County, the Ute Mountain Mesa Verde Birding Festival.

Offered through a partnership with the Forest Service, BLM, San Juan Mountains Association, Mesa Verde Country, Ute Mountain Tribal Park, Mesa Verde National Park, Colorado Division of Wildlife, National Wild Turkey Federation, City of Cortez, Cortez Cultural Center and Cortez Chamber of Commerce, this is an opportunity for birders of all abilities to see birds at their best and learn more about the area.

It offers tours in the Ute Mountain Tribal Park, McElmo Canyon and Mesa Verde National Park as well as tours specially geared to see raptors, owls and waterfowl. Lectures cover West Nile, building bluebird boxes, and other topics.

But while the festival has generated considerable buzz, even being featured in the Denver Post, and many of the events are sold out, local bird populations aren’t as healthy as naturalists would like.

Fred Blackburn, an area historian and naturalist, is one of the program’s organizers and teachers. Blackburn has been doing official bird counts here for over 20 years, since before the creation of McPhee Reservoir.

“I have always worked on the Breeding Bird Survey, which is typically done in late May/early June,” he said. “I have worked with Kip Stransky and Oppie Reams. Oppie is a blind woman who can tell every bird by sound – Kip and I have learned so much from her.”

Over the year, these folks have seen great changes in local bird populations. For example, the black-crowned night herons have completely disappeared from here and the sage thrasher is gone from its favorite area near Totten Lake and now resides in isolated locations west of the Sleeping Ute Mountain.

According to Blackburn, there are three major causes of such changes: massive growth and development; environmental changes, including drought and global warming; and the destruction of the rain forests in South America.

“Shifts in weather patterns have always occurred, but long-term shifts are now happening,” he said. “It’s the long-term stuff that really affects numbers.” And it’s not just numbers of different species, but also numbers within each species. “There is a huge movement of species. As the temperature warms up, they will shift to higher elevations and eventually you will lose certain species.”

Also, Blackburn said more nonnative invaders are moving in, including starlings, Eurasian doves and English sparrows. “Those are the little guys bopping around the McDonald’s parking lot.”

Another environmental change is the drought, which has affected many species, including the great horned owl. So far this year, Blackburn said, no active nests have been located. This lag time is associated with the drought. Also, the drought has had a major effect on the piñon-juniper forests. The deterioration of these forests has created major changes in avian populations. Temporarily, there has been an increase in white-breasted nuthatches and red-shafted flickers, but soon to come will be a “dramatic decrease in piñon jays,” he said.

Development has also hammered the bird population in this area (and all around the world). Increased development will result in decreased numbers unless new bird habitat is planted along with the development,” said Blackburn. Birds cannot stay in a place where there are no healthy breeding grounds.

According to Blackburn, the last major cause of declining bird populations is the destruction of the South American rain forests. “There is a worldwide drop in hummingbird numbers because their winter habitat is diminishing.”

On a more positive note, raptor counts are up. “Due to the continuous rains and warm weather, there is a heavy prairie dog count,” he said. “This brings in the birds that feed on pot guts, like the eagles and hawks.”

So far this season, 55 eagles have been identified in the area. The numbers of geese have also increased. Another plus for the birds is that since the ’80’s the use of DDT has stopped. DDT caused the thinning of egg shells, making many unable to hatch. For a while, there were no nesting pairs of bald eagles in the county; this year, five have been identified. A healthy bird population is a sign of a healthy ecosystem; changes in numbers show changes in the world in which we live.

Bringing this awareness to the public is one of the goals of the festival.

“This festival was designed with two main concepts in mind,” Blackburn said. “One is to host events that will enhance the experience for beginning birders and the second is to mix archaeology, history and birding.”

Most of the tours are full, although there are still some openings. Blackburn and his cohorts hope this will turn out to be an annual affair. The possibilities are endless when it comes to what may be seen — ibis, bald eagles, owls, loons.

Blackburn said what makes this festival special is diversity: “The diversity of birding sites, the diversity of habitat and the fact that we have snow-free locations that are open while everywhere else is still covered in snow.”

Published in April 2005, Arts & Entertainment

The choice we made hangs over us

Recently I asked, in a letter to the editor, how people who voted for this administration could justify their vote, now that we’ve taken a budget surplus and turned it into an astounding national debt and have sacrificed and maimed thousands of our young for nothing.

A friend of mine replied that we had no choice. He admitted he had some reservations about Boy George but did not think he was suckered.

How could we not have a choice? We had a decorated war hero who in the face of enemy fire turned around and pulled a buddy from the water, saving his life, a man experienced in the Senate, vs. a guy that didn’t complete his tour in the National Guard (a cushy position that his daddy secured for him so he didn’t have to face combat). This man was a cocaine-snorting boozer and a failure at every business endeavor he tried. How could this not be a choice?

Two books clearly spell out what kind of people we have in the White House today: “Bush’s Brain” and “The Price of Loyalty,” about Paul O’Neill, Bush’s former treasury secretary, who said after his first meeting with George W. that he realized the president didn’t understand a thing O’Neil said.

But while Bush isn’t too bright, his main advisor is. “Bush’s Brain” refers to Karl Rove, the power behind the throne, the epitome of Machiavellian cunning and conniving. The book details all the dirty tricks Rove has used to bring Boy George to power.

When John McCain, a war hero and frontrunner for the Republican nomination in 2000, was campaigning, a whisper campaign began about McCain having an illegitimate black child. It wasn’t remotely true. He and his wife had adopted a child from India. It was also rumored that he was unstable from his long time as a prisoner of war in Vietnam – another falsehood.

It’s time to put clothes on the emperor who has no clothes, time to reveal the true nature of our nation’s leader. Again, this isn’t George W., it’s Rove, a brilliant man with no conscience. He sized up Boy George way before he became governor of Texas and concluded he was the perfect clay to be molded to achieve Rove’s ends. He saw a person he could manipulate, an amiable roll-up-hissleeves Christian, Joe Six Pack-talking, easily guided but amoral guy.

Rove and his puppet used the tragedy of the Twin Towers to further their quest for world power. It allowed them to invoke the Patriot Act and Homeland Security, with unrestricted phone-tapping, government intrusions into our privacy, and the right to detain anyone without benefit of counsel or charges.

This is all done in the name of a better America. But are Rove and Bush and the compassionate conservatives really trying to help the average person? They’re against health-care reform, they try to weaken Social Security, they encourage laws that make it tougher for people to declare bankruptcy even if they’re drowning in debt. One senator said it is un-American not to pay your bills. I guess it is American for the CEOs of conglomerates to abscond with ill-gotten gains, leaving employees without jobs, homes, pensions, or any way to pay their debts. Salute the flag and vow “we will never forget” – then cut veterans’ benefits. Karl Rove and his administration, not one of whom has ever fought in a war, are sending our youths illequipped into danger.

Rove came up with the perfect method of local control: fear and religion. Fear of terrorists rising up; fundamentalist religion that raves about the Rapture to the point they believe there’s no need to preserve our planet — any day the chosen will all go to heaven. I believe we could have heaven here on earth, and the angels are our children and grandchildren.

The choir already knows about Rove. Those that don’t should go to the library and read “Bush’s Brain,” or buy the DVD of the same name. It’s nauseating but enlightening as to the choice we made in the last election.

Galen Larson is a Montezuma County landowner.

Published in Galen Larson

Cinderella strikes again

I briefly considered writing this column about current affairs, but had second thoughts when I scanned through recent headlines. About the only news that struck a chord with me was the tidbit that Martha Stewart used dandelions and wild apples to spice up her meals in prison. As much as it’s easy to make fun of Martha, she is at least adept at making gourmet lemonade out of lemons (one of many things that I am not capable of doing).

Part of my problem with current domestic and international news is the fact that it completely wipes away my sense of humor. Although I have never visited the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, the thought of it being turned into an industrial wasteland so that more of my fellow Americans can fill their gas-guzzling hummers with inexpensive fuel makes me a little sick. And as my family has taught me, if you can’t talk about politics or religion politely, you should discuss either the weather or sports.

So, I’ll try making some pithy remarks about drought now. After one of the driest, mildest winters on record in Montana, I had finally resigned myself to the lack of snow and started dressing for spring when the sky began spitting snowflakes again, which I cursed, and then felt guilty for resenting moisture in the middle of a drought. The recent change in weather is just one more example of a winter that has defied me at every turn. Just when things start to look up I catch the flu, or the weather unexpectedly changes, or I sprain my ankle, or some such durn thing.

Spring is not a particularly fun part of the year here mostly because it doesn’t exist. After our nine-month winter we have approximately three days of spring before summer begins, and it’s not very romantic to live here during those three days unless you fly-fish. If you don’t fish you’re stuck recreating on half-thawed hiking trails that often harbor exceedingly hungry grizzly bears.

But I shouldn’t complain. I’m just trying to make conversation. For most people, March is about fasting, reflecting on the suffering of a great religious leader, and trying to give up important stuff like candy and swearing. This is just fine with me since it leaves me to enjoy my Cadbury Crème Eggs, and college basketball – the two things that I admittedly overindulge in before Easter.

I’m not the only person with sports on my mind. Outplacement firm Challenger, Gray & Christmas estimates that March Madness could have a $900 million impact for American companies because so many of their employees are distracted by the event.

I don’t have any money riding on an office pool, and I don’t follow college basketball during the regular season, but I’m always up for a good adrenalin kick, and there is no doubt that the NCAA basketball tournament provides it.

Without a favorite team, I root for the underdog. I love to see an upset, especially when an unknown team (known affectionately as “Cinderella”) beats a team that routinely hands out perks and fat checks to their new recruits.

And this year, March Madness has delivered quite a few upsets. When Vermont beat Syracuse, well, let’s just say that no one in their right mind would have made that pick in a March Madness pool. It’s unbelievable that a 13th seed could knock off a fourth seed in the first round of the tournament, but that’s why it’s fun to watch. And unlike politics, I sometimes root for a team that actually wins!

College basketball is real basketball. Unlike the NBA, which delivers slow, boring, and stupid basketball filled with prima donnas that remind you of Cinderella’s stepsisters, college basketball is about passion, luck, and the best nerves. It’s also a good place to shop for unique names for your future children like “Joah,” and if the phrase “student- athlete” doesn’t apply to many of the players, well, I’m just not ethical enough to turn off the television on that basis.

See, I have now successfully filled a whole column with nonsense about both weather and sports, and you have stuck with me. What that says about our society, I have no idea, but it tells me that small talk may actually be more important than I thought, and that Cinderella stories are always interesting.

I just hope this stuff is interesting enough to keep my attention away from politics for the next four years. Otherwise, you may end up with bitter, sarcastic columns rather than my usual Pollyannaish prose. I’m sure we all hope that doesn’t happen.

Janelle Holden writes from Livingston, Mont.

Published in April 2005, janelle holden

Nothing up my sleeve

Immediately after Valentine’s Day strikes at the heart, thoughts turn toward Easter, those sweet memories of hunting marshmallow chicks lurking in the cellophane grass. For a time we believed that rabbits laid eggs, or that the big chocolate bunny would be just fine with ears and feet nibbled down to stumps, didn’t we. When one of my students asked if she could present a speech on domesticating rabbits for food, I guardedly approved the topic.

I was afraid she’d put everyone to sleep by reading a Warren report. I reminded her that even rabbits get bored; she smiled and told me not to worry.

On the day of her speech she pulled from her deep jacket pockets — by the scruff of their soft necks — two baby bunnies. The audience was suddenly all ears; the air filled with oohs and aahs. But then the moment passed. “Let me hold one,” a voice shouted. “No, I called it first,” a contrary student replied. I turned off my stopwatch. I set my grading sheet aside. The rabbits slid from desktop to desktop, and I waited, by now the only person in the room remotely interested in hearing what this teenager wanted to say.

While the rabbits made the rounds, my young speech student explained how piercingly these cuddly animals could bite and scream. She talked bashfully about the rate at which rabbits reproduce, but her confidence returned when she offered a few vivid details concerning the extra whack bunnies require at the back of the head, just in case they start squirming while the cook removes their skin. The class paid no heed; they could only hear with their eyes.

Her tour de force was a piece of advice, that children would eat rabbit if their parents could convince them it was chicken. A few faces in the class glanced up with an odd expression that bordered on realization. They looked at the bunnies, they looked at the speaker, and they partially understood what had until now still been fuzzy.

Once, a national news story reported on a teacher who wanted to supplement her students’ book learning by showing them how a calf the class had raised became a side of beef. The school district required parent permission slips before the students could accompany their teacher to the packing plant. Some parents balked at the thought of sending innocence into such a dark corner of reality. I can sympathize.

There are times when we desperately hope nobody is paying attention. My speaker finished, and everyone seemed comfortably readjusted to the notion that words in a school setting have very little to do with life. I scanned the desktops to see if the bunnies had left any jellybeans — they hadn’t. And to my relief, nobody got bit. We politely applauded and the two fluffy visual aids made their way back to the speaker’s pockets, where I asked that they stay for the remainder of class. The class exhaled a collective sigh of disappointment.

I called for the next speaker. Except for whispers and a few furtive glances in my direction, I noticed that nobody could keep their eyes from wandering over to the rabbit speaker’s mysterious pockets. A new student took center stage and spoke on a topic none of us can now remember, probably doing his or her best to keep from twitching and blushing a deep shade of pink. Three more lifeless speeches followed, and then the opportunity to work as a professional entertainer came back to me.

My fear is that the public wants teachers to pull a rabbit out of a hat every day, for every child, in every public school across America. That would be nice, but sadly, the lessons that strengthen our bones are not as sweet as candy.

It’s difficult to compare reading, writing, and math to any of the basic food groups. The challenge of educating today’s youth continues to make me feel inadequate. And I would probably be a better teacher if I could just believe the one piece of advice my speaker took to heart on the day the rabbits invaded my classroom, that so much of life would go down much better if it tasted more like chicken.

David Feela is a teacher at Montezuma-Cortez High School.

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Wolves at the door?

Debates rage over how, and whether, to return the animals to Colorado

Number 293, as she was known, was born and raised in the Swan Lake pack of northern Yellowstone National Park before she became the first confirmed wild wolf Colorado has seen in 60 years.

A restless yearling, the 1 1/2-year-old gray wolf was not the dominant female of the Yellowstone pack, which in wolf society meant that she could not start a family of her own yet.

Frustrated, she set off alone to find a mate, weaving a five-month, 420-mile trek across Wyoming before encountering the “Berlin Wall” of wildlife migration — Colorado’s Interstate 70, a mammoth, sometimes eight-lane, swath of asphalt directing a furious stream of heavy traffic through the Rocky Mountains.

Scrambling out onto the highway 30 miles west of Denver, witnesses said, she dodged several vehicles and managed to cross but struggled to squeeze under the opposite guardrail. Panicked, she doubled back and was struck by oncoming traffic. Within days, biologists investigated and confirmed that the wolf, wearing a transmitting collar, was indeed from Yellowstone, and had wandered there on her own before being killed. Her last meal had been a deer.

But 293’s fatal encounter last June was not in vain. Her discovery and remarkable story helped to inspire a new set of management guidelines that protect wide-ranging wolves who will inevitably migrate to Colorado from packs in Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, Arizona and New Mexico. Moreover, recent key court decisions favor more wolf recovery in the West and have spurred momentum to help return the symbolic predator to its former Colorado range.

Recovery mother lode

Wolves who do wander here will be protected, agreed a 14-person panel appointed by the Colorado Division of Wildlife a year ago to confront the issue.

Following six public meetings, the working group — made up of two sportsmen, four wolf advocates, four livestock producers and two local government officials — submitted rule recommendations to the Colorado

Wildlife Commission outlining what should happen when wild wolves arrive in the state by themselves. “The recommendations are not a recovery or reintroduction plan,” emphasized Gary Sciba, a wolf biologist with the CDOW who provided technical assistance for the group.

“The focus was on migrating wolves only and the consensus was that they should be left alone to live when they arrive.”

The plan addresses negative and positive impacts wolves have on communities, habitat, big game and livestock. It lays out parameters for dealing with problem wolves, compensation guidelines for livestock loss due to wolf predation, management of prey populations and education.

It foremost states that wolves should be allowed to “live with no boundaries where they find habitat” but that “wolf distribution will ultimately be defined by the interplay between ecological needs and social tolerance.”

Other key components focus on methods to minimize livestock-wolf conflicts and provide monetary compensation for livestock, including:

  • Allowing CDOW to re-locate or kill wolves causing problems with livestock or directly threatening humans.
  • Establishing a state-operated wolfdamage fund for livestock losses that pays 100 percent of confirmed losses and 50 percent of probable losses. Those funds shall not be derived from sportsman dollars and should not encroach upon other game-damage payments earmarked for predators such as mountain lion, bears and coyotes.
  • Having the CDOW, over time, bring the wolf into existing management programs and policies for other carnivores.
  • Repealing an outdated bounty law for wolves.

“This is a good first step,” said Rob Edward, a working-group member and director of carnivore restoration for Sinapu, which advocates restoring predators to the southern Rockies. He points to the south San Juan Mountains near Pagosa Springs as prime habitat for wolf recovery because it has the fewest people and roads, plus vast acres of remote public lands.

“A recent Fish and Wildlife survey that showed 71 percent approval in Colorado for reintroducing predators proves this is what our citizens want,” he told a packed house of Fort Lewis College students last month. “The 25 million acres of public lands in the southern Rockies is a mother lode for wolf recovery that connects the south with established northern state populations.”

Judges rule for wolves

The possibility of a more definitive re-introduction plan for wolves in Colorado received a boost last month when U.S. District Judge Robert E. Jones ruled for environmentalists in a lawsuit against the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service.

Under the Endangered Species Act, wolves must be recovered into a “significant portion” of their former range, before being downlisted from “endangered” to the less-protected “threatened” category. But in 2003, when the USFWS moved to take the wolf off the endangered list nationwide, giving ranchers more legal power to shoot them, it violated the act, contended Nina Fascione of Defenders Of Wildlife, one of several environmental groups that filed suit.

“So the judge ruled that wolves must be returned to the endangered status because the USFWS plan to de-list included some areas, like Colorado, that did not have legally or biologically recovered wolf populations,” she said.

However, in the Northern Rockies states of Montana, Wyoming and Idaho, wolf-recovery programs have been very successful, pointed out Ed Bangs, northwest wolf recovery coordinator for the USFWS. Those areas host 835 wolves, with the vast majority in Yellowstone National Park and central Idaho.

“It’s been an incredible success story; we have more wolves in more places with fewer problems than we ever thought,” Bangs said. “Yellowstone is the best place in the world to view wolves, but it will not be a total suc- cess until we get the wolves off of the endangered-species list. It is a bureaucratic challenge now.”

The USFWS is still reviewing the decision, he said, adding it is unclear what the recovery parameters are now for wolves.

The answer is the powerful legal language of the Endangered Species Act that demands more substantial wolf populations nationwide, said Defenders’ Fascione. “It doesn’t work to say wolves are recovered in Colorado just because they are in Yellowstone, that’s premature. A more suitable plan for the service would be to say, ‘OK, we have wolves recovered in some areas but they still need federal protection in others.’”

Mexican grays under fire

Meanwhile in the Southwest, the Mexican gray wolf has been brought back to some degree along the New Mexico-Arizona border in the Blue Mountain Range. Fifty-one wolves wander the desert mountains there, but have suffered under heavy gun-fire from opponents.

It is a felony for a private citizen to shoot animals listed as endangered, unless people are under direct attack, a virtually unheard-of occurrence with wolves.

On the same day that a federal judge ruled for more wolf recovery nationwide, a New Mexico judge dismissed a lawsuit by ranching organizations challenging the reintroduction program there. Judge Christina Armijo wrote that the livestock-owning plaintiffs’ claims lacked merit and had raised false allegations.

“The decision vindicates the hard work of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service in putting Mexican gray wolves back in their rightful place, in the forests of the Southwest, and affirms the importance of science, not fear in this work,” said Susan George, Defenders of Wildlife senior counsel, on their web site.

Environmentalists applaud the Southwest program for its commitment to wolf recovery in an area with so much opposition. Defenders said Colorado’s plan is also pro-active and is improved in that there are no boundaries set for migrating wolves. In the Arizona-New Mexico project, when wolves cross a political boundary established for their range, they must be captured and returned.

“That’s goofy — wolves are not reading the recovery plan,” Fascione says. “They can’t be trained to not cross this line or that one.”

Ranchers’ fears real

But livestock depredation by predators is not an illusion, respond industry officials, and steps need to be taken to better compensate for losses.

“We couldn’t support wolf re-introduction because it is one more expense and problem we have to deal with, but we know the issue is unfortunately not going away so we have worked towards solutions,” said Bonnie Kline, executive director of the Colorado Woolgrowers Association, who is also a member of the wolf working group. “However we are not in the business to raise food for wolves.”

A key component of the recommendations is establishing separate funding for livestock confirmed killed by wolves.

“It should not come from funds that cover losses from other predators,” Kline said. “If Colorado wants wolves, they need to get out their checkbooks and figure out how to pay for it because sportsmen and the livestock industry should not have to shoulder that cost.”

Already cattle and sheep ranchers battle with predators such as coyotes, mountain lions, bears and eagles, said Casey Brown, who runs cattle in the San Juans. Adding another to the mix is not palatable and leads to revenue losses.

“How would you feel if you lost $7,000 worth of income in one year?” he asked. “That is what we’re up against. But there could be pluses (to wolf reintroduction) because they prey on coyotes and they are a real menace to ranchers, more so than wolves.”

So-called undocumented depredation losses are what pinch operations, Brown said. Defenders of Wildlife began a program in the mid-1990s that has paid $400,000 to ranchers who confirm predator losses with wildlife officials. But only 50 percent of an animal’s value is offered for probable losses, and many more are a total loss because there is just no evidence left.

“After all the other animals feed on the carcass, a hoof here, an ear there, you can’t tell what killed it so there is no compensation,” Brown said. “Our local wildlife guys work hard to get us a fair return, but the higher-ups say no because the proof isn’t there.”

Budgeting more money for loss of livestock would go a long way towards easing fears of wolf reintroduction in the state, he said. Other solutions could be increased guard dogs and stopping the practice of de-horning cattle so they can better defend themselves. To avoid wolves getting a taste for beef, carcasses should be removed from grazing allotments quickly.

Smith said it is critical that wildlife officials and agencies follow through with the promises they give. “If you religiously deal with problem wolves, whether they are killed or quickly relocated, then your credibility is going to go up, but it has to be consistent.”

Natural balance

It is a misconception that wolves by themselves will cause an elk population to decline, said Doug Smith, an expert on wolves, Yellowstone’s wolf project leader, and co-author of the upcoming book “Decade of the Wolf.”

“It is a combination of factors including drought, severe winters, hunting rules and other predators,” he said.

“But it’s true that you will have a better ecosystem integrity with wolves, than without them.”

The poetic saying: “What whittled the antelope so swift but the wolf’s tooth””applies to elk as well. They are alert, powerful animals precisely because of wolves preying on them through the ages.

Smith said research shows, with wolves in the area, elk move toward heavy stands of timber instead of remaining in meadows where they are more vulnerable. This improves stream ecology, restores cleansing wetlands,, prompts more aspen growth and also makes hunting more of a challenge.

“Their browsing patterns change and so they don’t camp out in riparian areas and willow stands eating to their heart’s content,” he said. “With wolves back in Yellowstone we have seen vigorous willow growth and this in turn has improved songbird and beaver habitat.”

This angers some hunters, because while the elk will likely still be in the same drainage as last year, they won’t be in the same meadow where they were handily shot before.

In Colorado, elk herds are growing out of control, and wolves could play a role in helping keep the population down to a more healthy number. Beyond that, say advocates, restoring the natural balance is a virtue worth saving.

“Where there are wolves, a primeval light turns back on in elk, they begin to move around more, they are more vigilant, the dance is restored,” remarked Edwards of Sinapu.

A ‘people problem’

“Wolves are actually very tolerant animals, it’s people that can’t live with them,” said Bangs. “The hopes and fears about wolves are exaggerated. They are not as good as some people hope, and not as bad as others fear.” Wolves tend to stick with traditional prey of deer, moose and elk, he said, noting that only 6 percent of wolves in the Northwest attack livestock, but because some do they have garnered an unfair reputation as indiscriminate killers of pets and livestock.

“We kill problem wolves to nip that behavior in the bud, but most do what they learned as puppies, to go for traditional prey. They are afraid of new things, like livestock, and most pass them by,” he said. “As a comparison, mountain lions eat twice as much big game as wolves, are more likely to attack pets and livestock than wolves and will stalk and attack people, which wolves virtually never do. There are hundreds of mountain lions in the state but you don’t see anyone arguing that there should be zero.”

There are no documented cases of a healthy wolf attacking a human being in modern North American, according to the Denver Post.

Smith agreed. “Wolves are a very polarizing issue and not many minds are changed; if you start out not liking them then nothing changes your mind and vice versa.”

He said in Montana, loss of sheep and cattle to wolves is “minuscule” compared to the damage done by bears, coyotes and cougars. Also, because wolves are so adaptable, reintroduction in the Northwest has done nothing to limit other land uses such as mining, road-building and logging.

But livestock producers disagree with numbers given by government biologists. Kline said the frequency of wolf-livestock depredation is actually much higher, especially on private property, because the statistics used don’t reflect the unconfirmed kills.

“Even a few wolves can cause a lot of damage,” Kline said. “Added stress on the sheep and cattle leads to low conception rates, there is increased management time with more predators, more guard dogs are expensive and all this means less overall value of your product.”

The argument that wolves “pass up” beef for dinner is suspect, Kline said. “In Colorado, where would the wolves go? There is a false notion out there that because we have a lot of public lands they can live there,” she said. “But that is the high country in summer. In the winter, wolves will migrate lower along with elk and deer where the habitat is much more fragmented with deeded property, people and livestock.”

Will other wolves make the long journey that 293 did, prompting more excited calls of possible sightings? Probably, biologists say, but whether that will be enough to result in a population of wolves here any time soon is unlikely.

Reintroduction will allow wolves to recover faster and therefore improve the chances of de-listing the species, allowing local wildlife officials more management control, but “that will be an uphill battle,” Smith said, “because with wolves nobody wants to know the truth.”

Published in March 2005

Remote hiking path center of controversy

Geyser Trail dispute exemplifies conflicts when public, private lands meet

Disagreement is bubbling hot over the future of a remote Southwest Colorado trail that leads to the only natural geyser in the state.

The 1 1/2-mile Geyser Hot Springs Trail, located near Dunton off the West Dolores Road, is a primitive pathway. Sometimes hard to discern, the trail crosses private land and requires hikers at one point to ford the West Fork of the Dolores River, which can be 2 feet deep there.

To solve those problems, San Juan National Forest officials have proposed re-routing the first part of the trail, building a bridge over the river, and creating a 10-vehicle parking lot at the new trailhead.

The proposal has garnered support from the landowner whose property the trail crosses, as well as from the Mesa Verde Backcountry Horsemen and a number of citizens.

“It’s a simple solution to a simple problem,” said Erin Johnson, an attorney representing the landowner in question. However, some neighbors near the trail have weighed in against the plan, and a few other persons have voiced concerns that the improvements might be a prelude to charging fees at the site.

‘Like a Jacuzzi’

The dispute shows the problems that can arise at sites where public and private lands adjoin.

The landowner in question, Tom Griffith of Cottonwood, Ariz., says he doesn’t want to see major changes at the site, but that something must be done because visitors frequently trespass — sometimes accidentally, often knowingly — on his land.

In the process, he said, some tramp through a marshy area, scare nesting birds, leave trash, and cause him concerns about liability when they detour off the trail to use a bridge he built across the river to reach his house.

“There are people that have no respect at all for the fact that it’s private and they’re going to use it whether you like it or not and cuss you out for asking them not to,” he said.

The trail leads to the Geyser Hot Springs, which is touted in some brochures and on web sites as the state’s only natural geyser. However, the “geyser” isn’t akin to something at Yellowstone: Every half hour or so, the water bubbles modestly.

“It’s like a good Jacuzzi,” Griffith said.

The hot springs aren’t terribly hot, either, with the temperature in the 80s. Parking is limited to a small space off the road.

Nevertheless, the site sees occasional visitors. Some are well-behaved; some aren’t, Griffith said.

“Locals especially and the environmentally aware people respect the property rights and go where they think the trail is, which has been a problem because the Forest Service has not marked the trail well and they have bounced it around in different locations.”

Griffith said he built his bridge using an old railroad flat car placed on engineered footings, per Army Corps of Engineers recommendations. He said it’s extremely solid, but the Forest Service has declined his offers to allow them to make the bridge part of the trail if they would also assume the liability.

“I’ve heard the Forest Service rejects using railroad flat cars for bridges,” he said.

Many people faithfully avoid the bridge and wade the river, although, Griffith said, “it’s not a real good place on the river to wade, especially in the spring when the water’s up.”

But then there are others, he said, including “the local schoolteachers that come up and plead that they need to take their third-grade class across the water. Well, they knew that water was there when they came up.

“My problem isn’t with them using that bridge,” Griffith added. “I’ve offered it to the Forest Service since even before it was built, and they’ve refused to accept it.

“My problem is liability, plus the fact that people don’t stay on the trail and don’t respect the fact that this is private property. They throw trash and cans, they have picnics, they let their kids throw rocks in the river where there are fish.”

He said the worst offenders tend to be from out of state or even out of the country.

Filing suit

Griffith bought the 10-acre tract about eight years ago. Five or six acres of that lies well within the floodplain and can’t be built on, he said.

“We live in Cottonwood, which you may have seen on the news recently (because of flooding),” he said. “We are in that floodplain, so I’m very familiar with floodplains on rivers. The West Fork hasn’t flooded in who knows how long, and so there’s a lot of people that are ignoring what is really the floodplain on that.”

Another four acres is extremely steep, which meant that his options for home-building were limited to a site on the far side of the river close to the national-forest boundary.

Griffith built his house, a summer home, about five years ago. He said that triggered conflicts with the Forest Service when his contractor sometimes parked construction vehicles on national-forest land.

“I wasn’t up there very much then so I didn’t know about it till too late, unfortunately,” he said.

Relations further soured when contractors ran a water line across a short section of national forest so Griffith could get water from the Geyser Creek, he said. The pipeline has since been cut at both ends and vacated.

Eventually, because of the problems with people trespassing, he filed a civil suit against the agency demanding that the trail be closed altogether. “We didn’t want to eliminate the trail, but it was a way to get them to the table,” Griffith said.

A settlement agreement was reached under which the Forest Service is required to put up signs clearly marking the path and to conduct an analysis and seek comments for re-routing part of the trail.

“I’m confident Penny (Wu)’s going to put up the signs to properly mark the trail,” Griffith said. “She’s always been good to deal with.”

Wu, an outdoor recreation planner with the Dolores Public Lands Center, could not be reached for comment for this story.

“An unsightly springboard”

Yucca House access is open

Access to Yucca House National Monument, a small and modest ruins site south of Cortez, remains open despite gates across the private road leading to the spot, according to the landowner there.

Joe Keesee, who owns the Box Bar Ranch surrounding the 34-acre national monument, said the gates are necessary because of his cattle. The fact that signs on the gates state “No Trespassing” is a warning that people should not trespass on his land, he said.

“The road goes through our farm and ranch,” he said. “It’s always been that way.”

Yucca House is a 34-acre site managed by Mesa Verde National Park. It lies off County Road B and can presently be reached only by a muddy private road that leads to the Box Bar Ranch, land formerly owned by Hallie Ismay. It is another example of a place where access to public lands requires crossing private property.

Yucca House, a culturally valuable Ancestral Puebloan site, contains the remains of a large Pueblo III or Great Pueblo Period community and may have been a major trade center of the pre-Columbian Indians, according to the monument’s management plan.

But few people visit the site. Its ruins are unspectacular, lying in mounds of rubble, and the acreage is covered with proliferating weeds. In the spring it’s muddy and in summer it’s intensely hot. However, an occasional curious person wanders in to look at the area.

Recently, an unidentified man called the Free Press asking why access to the monument was barred by gates and no-trespassing signs. Keesee said access remains open and he has no problem with visitors so long as they stay on the road until they reach the monument, don’t litter, and close the gates behind them so the cattle don’t get out.

Tessy Shirakawa, a spokesperson for Mesa Verde, said access issues need to be worked out. Keesee agreed, saying that the park has an old easement to the site from the south and that it eventually needs to build its own road.

The center published a notice last winter seeking comments on the project, which includes building a new bridge for hikers, plus a 10- vehicle parking lot on public land in a meadow area.

A number of comments came in, some before the January 11 deadline, some after and apparently prompted by an e-mail from Johnson. Most were positive.

“Constructing a parking lot capable of holding up to 10 vehicles would be a valuable step toward making this interesting trail more safely accessible to the public,” wrote Michael Cochran of Dolores.

“The current parking is too limited and dangerous, and the trail across the river is slippery and dangerous as well. . . . I’m happy to hear this improvement is finally under consideration,” emailed Theresa Titone of Dolores.

But the law firm representing the nearby Dunton Hot Springs Resort sent a five-page letter vigorously opposing the plan.

“(I)t appears that the Forest Service is attempting to settle a dispute with a disgruntled, absentee landowner whose property is crossed by the existing Geyser Trail in a manner that is going to substantially displace and create new impacts to Forest lands and adjoining private property,” states the letter from Stephen Johnson of the Bendelow Law Firm, representing the Specie Ridge Holding Company, Inc. The corporation is owned by Christoph Henkel, who is an owner of Dunton as well as the neighboring Paradise Hot Springs property.

In the letter, the attorneys contend, “Issues involving unauthorized use of the private bridge, and proximity of the trail users to the new landowner’s residence, are a matter of easement administration, signage, education and enforcement. Such issues do not rise to the level of creating a need for the Forest Service to spend limited recreational funds to relocate the trail, build a new parking lot, and install a new bridge.”

The letter also argues that visitation to the Geyser trail is “minimal” and that William Moffat, who lives at Paradise Hot Springs, has seen just two to three vehicles maximum at the trailhead, except during hunting season. “There is no demonstrated need for construction of a ten vehicle parking area,” the letter states.

Griffith said he agrees about the small number of cars and believes the Forest Service wants a larger

parking lot to accommodate horse trailers for the outfitters who use the area during hunting season.

Moffat, who recently sold Paradise Hot Springs to the Specie Holding Company but retains a lifetime

lease as a resident, sent his own letter of opposition to the project.

“As a 25-year permanent resident of the adjacent Paradise Hot Springs property located to the south of the proposed parking lot, I find it totally inconceivable that the Forest Service would negotiate with a part-time land owner to settle a court issue. . . in a manner that greatly intrudes on the neighboring property where I live. . .,” he wrote.

“You apparently want to construct a parking lot in the middle of a pristine open pasture, which will serve as nothing more that [sic] an unsightly spring board for all the abuses and intrusions (including overnight camping) that will inevitably follow,” he said.

The Bendelow attorneys raised similar concerns about the environmental impact of the plan, writing that there is a saltlick across the river from the proposed parking lot and “locating a parking area in the middle of this meadow, in full view of the saltlick and winter habitat area, will invite abuse by hunters…”

Spending priorities

“They want to control everything around there,” Erin Johnson responded. “They just don’t want people up there. If this was across either of their front yards, they would be in the same spot that Tom is.”

But the Bendelow Law Firm insists that no increase in parking is justified, and if any additional parking is provided, the Forest Service should consider building a small lot for three to four vehicles along County Road 38, the West Fork Road.

Building a large parking lot would just draw more visitors to a fragile area that can’t really handle them, foes of the proposal contend. They point out that deer and elk winter and calve in the vicinity and it is prime habitat for the threatened Canada lynx.

“Given the pristine nature of the meadow area where the parking area trailhead is proposed to be located, the sensitivity of wildlife in this region, and the unique geothermal features nearby. . . exportation of these impacts from the existing landowner’s property to the adjoining Forest Service strip and the Paradise Hot Springs property, seems unwarranted,” the letter states.

Another letter of opposition to the project came from a citizen in Monticello, Utah, who questioned the need to spend money in such a remote locale.

“If you have money to spend in the recreation budget, why not maintain some of the many existing trails,” wrote Michael Wolf, adding, “If the Forest Service is going to spend money on projects that are not needed they better not come back later and claim that they need to charge the users of the public lands to pay for such projects.”

Griffith responds that, according to recorded easements and various accounts, the original Geyser Trail included a bridge (apparently since washed away), so the Forest Service is not doing anything more than restoring what was originally there.

According to Griffith, the Forest Service has until July 2006 to complete its analysis, balance the pluses with the concerns, and decide whether to proceed with the project.

“If people would obey the rules, I’d just as soon see (the site) stay without a new bridge and parking lot,” Griffith said, “because you’ll get a lot of people up there. But I don’t see any alternative.”

Published in March 2005

Readers weigh in on the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

The bad news is only 14 readers took the time to respond to our survey on “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly of Our Area” in our January issue. The good news is the responses were all interesting and thought-provoking. It should be noted, by the way, that we staff members at the FCFP resisted the urge to fill out surveys ourselves, so these came from readers. Below is a roundup of answers. Not everyone answered all questions, and some people gave more than one answer. Where one answer predominated, we listed it in boldface. Otherwise, we just said “no consensus.”

1. The worst thing about living in your county:

(Readers were asked to fill in the county where they lived. All our replies came from Montezuma County except for one from San Juan County, Utah.)

NO CONSENSUS

There was a variety of answers:
• The meth problem “and the child neglect and crime that go with it.”
• Alcohol-related problems.
• Lack of shopping choices. “Wal-Mart is the only game in town which is affordable (awful place to shop),” said one respondent. “Not enough clothing stores,” said another.
• “Muriel Sluyter’s poisonous, hate-filled commentary in the Cortez Journal.”
• Pollution from the New Mexico power plants.
• “I can’t get an ungarbled reception of National Public Radio.”
• “Limited choices for air flights and the horrendous cost of airfare to get out of here.”
• Potholes in streets.
Other readers criticized attitudes and local views:
• Politics: “council and newspaper.”
• “The pervasive lack of progressive thought and action.”
• “Good-old-boy and -girl attitudes.”
• “Lack of respect for others, property, and the law, as demonstrated by violence and vandalism.”
• “People’s willingness to accept mediocrity in education, business, health care, etc.”
• “The unfriendly attitude toward newcomers; negative thinking.”

2. The best thing about living in your county:

RECREATION AND SCENERY

Nearly everyone mentioned the views, weather, and access to a variety of recreational opportunities. Other answers:
• Friendly people.
• Major landscapes with no lights (Mesa Verde and Sleeping Ute).
• Low crime.
• Little traffic.
• The Dolores Public Library.
• Cortez City Park; Parks and Recreation.

3. The most over-rated attraction in the Four Corners area:

THE FOUR CORNERS MONUMENT

This was the hands-down winner, with half of the votes. One reader called it “a joke.” Other answers:
• The Ute Mountain Casino and casinos in general, which received several votes.
• Churches.
• Cortez itself.
• The Cortez Rec Center.

4. The public official (local or regional) you believe is doing the best job in office:

STATE REP. MARK LARSON

The Republican from Cortez received 7 votes and many favorable comments. Sheriff Joey Chavez came in second with 3 votes. Others getting a single vote apiece:
• Canyons of the Ancients Manager LouAnn Jacobson.
• Mancos Mayor Greg Rath.
• Montezuma County Judge Todd Plewe.
• San Juan County Commissioner Manuel Morgan.

5. The public official you believe is doing the worst job in office:

NO CONSENSUS

No one received more than one or two votes. Those mentioned:
• Gov. Bill Owens.
• Sheriff Joey Chavez.
• County Commissioner Dewayne Findley.
• County Administrator Tom Weaver.
• Cortez economic-development specialist Bruce Johnson.
• District Judge Sharon Hansen.
• Sanitation District Chairman Bob Diederich.
• Former District Attorney Joe Olt.

6. What is the worst road or highway in the area and why?

HIGHWAYS 160 AND 491 (STILL COMMONLY CALLED 666)

Both received many votes. Among the comments:
• “Highway 666 north of Cortez, because of the high speeds at which many vehicles travel; too many people passing over double yellow lines at intersections; center lanes allowing vehicles to pass below the crests of hills (which they do without knowing what is in that lane over the hill); frequent very slippery and dangerous winter road conditions combined with reckless drivers.”
• “A toss-up between highways 491 and 145, with poor road conditions and careless drivers.”
• “Highway 491 south from Cortez to Towaoc. Too many drunks. Should be four lanes!”
• “Highway 491 – alcohol and drug-related accidents and some really amazing potholes.”
• “East/west Highway 160 between Cortez and Durango during sunrise and sunset.”
• “The stretch of 666 that is a bit north of Arriola – it’s coming apart.”
• “Highway 160 south to Towaoc, congested and very dangerous.”
• “666 south of Cortez. People drive much too fast.”
Other choices:
• McElmo Canyon road — “narrow, icy, no speed control.”
• “Cortez’s Main Street – potholes.”
• “Many roads are in poor condition, especially the gravel ones.”
• “No opinion. I think all roads are amazing.”

7. What is the most dangerous intersection in the area, and why?

NO CONSENSUS, BUT MANY OPINIONS

• South Broadway and Seventh St. This received two votes, with one adding, “Someone is going to be killed. Needs a light.”
• The four-way stop at the school-house on Lebanon Road. “Many run the stop sign from the north and south.”
• Main St. and Sligo in Cortez – “awful. Lights are set bad and the sun is awful both morning and evening.”
• Highway 491 (666) and CR M near the sale barn.
• 491 and Main Street – “confusing.”
• 491 and Road L — “Northbound traffic in a small vehicle cannot see southbound traffic coming over a hill.”
• Montezuma and Mildred – “confusing and dangerous.”
• Main Street to 666 by the Ute Café.
• “Any intersection in Cortez, if you are a pedestrian. This area is definitely not pedestrian-friendly.”
• 160 and Totten Lake Road, “Even with improvements, it’s still in a high-speed zone where drivers don’t anticipate others turning on or off the side road.”
• “All intersections with yield signs.”

8. What is the ugliest thing in the Four Corners?

TRASHY-LOOKING HOMES OR AREAS; TIED WITH POLLUTION FROM POWER PLANTS IN NEW MEXICO

The thoughts about the pollution were fairly similar, with several readers referring to it as either a yellow-brown or a blue cloud hanging in the sky.

Comments about trash were more varied:
• “A number of private properties with appalling accumulations of trash – junk vehicle parts, junk construction material, etc. (vehicles with flat tires parked on the streets).”
• “Shacks in Cortez residential areas.”
• A specific trailer on Highway 160 that a reader called “a sad introduction to Cortez.”
• Sandy’s Trash & Treasures on Main Street. “What does this show to people going through town?”
• “The whole area by the M&M – not a very welcoming sight for visitors.”
• The South Broadway industrial area, which received several votes. “The industrial wasteland look of Cortez as one approaches from the south,” one reader called it.

9. What is the most beautiful thing in the Four Corners?

THE NATURAL BEAUTY

Readers described the crisp colors and blue sky in autumn, the beauty of canyons and mountains, sunsets, sage-brush and wildflowers, and the view from the lookout at Mesa Verde. One reader cited Hovenweep, and another Cortez’s City Park.

10. What problem is most in need of attention by your county or town officials?

GROWTH AND ZONING

Montezuma County readers commented, “LIZ (Landowner-Initiated Zoning) won’t stand up to any challenges” and, “Need zoning code.” But there were many other answers:
• “The county really needs a Lady Bird Johnson-style ‘Keep Our County Beautiful’ program to keep trash-dumping and litter under control.”
• “Methamphetamine and the children who are neglected and abused because of it.”
• “Dogs barking, pooping, running on other people’s property. Dogs, dogs, dogs!”
• “There’s a sense of embracing ignorance and distrust that could be countered by local officials, if they would be so inclined.”
• “Short-sighted decision-making with an inspired vision for our area for the future, especially in land use, social services, and education.”
• “Change local attitudes toward preservation so the economy might be boosted by attracting tourists.”
• “The entire sheriff’s department and its turnover. Roads are second.”
• “Updating Colorado’s outdated laws that protect ranchers from taking responsibility for their livestock.”
• “We need tenants for all these empty storefronts and businesses.”
• “More streetlights throughout the town. It’s sad that our side streets are so dark.”
• “Bolster the local economy with existing resources.”

Published in March 2005

Hell on earth: Women’s accounts of polygamy

“And if he have ten virgins given unto him by this law, he cannot commit adultery, for they belong to him, and they are given to him; therefore is he justified. But if one or other of the ten virgins, after she is espoused, shall be with another man, she has committed adultery, and shall be destroyed . . . .” — Mormon Church founder Joseph Smith, from his Doctrine and Covenants, which includes the requirement to live polygamy.

In 1998 Mike Leavitt, then Utah governor and recently appointed U.S Secretary of Health and Human Services, said he believed polygamy was a protected freedom. After being informed that the practice of men taking multiple wives is illegal in Utah along with the rest of the United States, Leavitt then retracted what appear to be his true feelings on the subject.

The fact that the man now entrusted with the welfare of all American women could hold this benign view of such a scurrilous practice is just one of the many startling revelations in God’s Brothel, Andrea Moore-Emmett’s close-up and personal tour of polygamous cults conducted by former “wives.”

Unfortunately, Leavitt is far from alone in tacitly condoning the widespread and growing practice, which in grim reality couldn’t be further removed from the beatific visions of shared love and happiness presented by polygamous leaders to the public as well as to female recruits — many of them young, even prepubescent, girls obeying “revelations from God” conjured up by horny old cult leaders on the make. For instance, the book includes a bizarrre example of these March/December unions that took place at the compound of the decrepit Rulon Jeffs, a highly respected leader in Colorado City:

“As a houseguest, Leona (one of the profiled former wives) was able to attend one of the prophet’s many weddings. ‘It was right after he had a stroke,’ she says. ‘He was marrying a couple teenage girls from the Steed family, and he had to be held up and reminded of what his name was.’ By 2000, Rulon Jeffs, age 90, had an estimated 60 wives.”

Still, most political and religious leaders in positions to fight polygamy choose to look the other way.

Author: Cult will come to Mancos

In a phone interview with the Free Press, Andrea Emmett-Moore, author of “God’s Brothel,” predicted the Fundamentalist Church of Latter-day Saints, which last year bought two tracts of land near Mancos, will soon establish a new branch of its oppressive cult there.

“Well, they’re up to building a little compound where they’re going to live and carry on the kind of abuses against women and children that they do here in Utah and in Arizona,” she said. “And the problem is people think, ‘Well, as long as they’re not hurting anybody, we won’t bother them.’

“But the fact is they are hurting people, and they’re going to cause a lot of social ills to people in the area — there’s no way that it doesn’t spill over into the rest of the population.” She said if a compound is built there, it will put a great strain on Montezuma County’s social services.

“How can people let this stuff go on under their noses, what these (FLDS members) are doing to their own children?” Emmett-Moore asked. “These are predators who are breeding their own victims — and it’s going to be going on right there in Mancos.

“They’ll tell you (polygamy) is all about religion,” she said, “and I think it’s all about sex and power — and money — but sex and power most definitely.”

Emmett-Moore believes the mainstream Mormon Church should be doing much more to address and eliminate the practice.

“The fact of it is they (the LDS Church) started this mess in this country and they don’t want to own up to it and take responsibility, and so they are keeping very much a distance to what is going on right now,” she said. “They won’t do anything, they won’t say anything, they won’t give any money to people who want to come out (of polygamy) or to Tapestry Against Polygamy, which is these poor women (profiled in the book), and the state won’t either.

“They’re all about recruiting members for their own religion, and if they own this problem it’s going to look bad for them in a PR sort of way.”

Emmett-Moore said she would like to see the church “give some of their huge amounts of money, which could be great resources for helping people who are coming out of polygamy, and the best way to do that would be to give it to Tapestry Against P o l y g a m y , because they’re really the only effective group that’s actually dealing with the problem.”

TAP is in such dire straits, she said, director Vicky Prunty has occasionally resorted to selling her own plasma to get money to help women escape polygamy.

“It’s just sad that it comes down to women in poverty trying to help other women in poverty get out of polygamy,” she said, “and the Mormon Church with all their vast amounts of money and who started this, they’re not giving one thin dime.”

(Contributions to Tapestry are tax deductible, and information on the group is available at www.polygamy.org.)

Moore-Emmett said the reason for the remarkable growth of polygamous groups is obvious: they multiply like rabbits.

“In 1953 when Governor Pyle of Arizona raided the Colorado City community, there were only 263 minors, but now today there are over 5,000 children — they are breeding and breeding and breeding,” she said.

“When you’ve got an organization telling women that they have to have a child a year, you’re going to have a lot of kids.”

Six brothers of the Kingston group have over 600 kids among them, she said, with the champion stud having sired 120.

America’s polygamous population is estimated at between 50,000 and 100,000 and growing, but other than prosecuting the most sensational cases of murdered women (referred to as blood atonements by the cults), child molestations and welfare fraud, authorities in states where these proliferating cults and families reside (30 presently, including all Four Corners states) do little or nothing, having no answers to the knotty questions that would arise if the laws were enforced. Should the parents all be arrested and jailed? What happens then to the plethora of kids? Should they go to foster homes or institutions? Where does the money come from for such a huge and most likely futile undertaking? And would it deter the practice in the slightest?

The Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, headquartered in the border-straddling twin cities of Colorado City, Ariz., and Hildale, Utah, openly practices polygamy with the full awareness of state authorities, yet it continues to grow. The FLDS Church recent built and populated a large settlement near Eldorado, Texas, and purchased two tracts of land outside Mancos (Free Press, January 2005), which is widely feared to be the church’s next community development project.

Many FLDS families, which commonly have dozens of kids, depend on welfare and food stamps to subsist. Multiple wives present themselves to social workers as single mothers while the patriarchs hide, smugly taking delight in “bleeding the beast,” their term for defrauding the hated government. The simple truth is that even its most vociferous opponents don’t know how “plural marriage,” which frequently involves incest, child rape, torture and other physical abuse of its female members and children, along with welfare and tax fraud, can be stomped out.

Morre-Emmett sets the stage for 18 women’s personal accounts of living their hell on earth with an overview of present- day polygamy in America — a movement that includes a host of renegade split-offs from the mainstream Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (which renounced plural marriage in 1890), as well as a few fundamentalist Christian groups.

While the Mormon groups base their legitimacy largely on the writings of church founder Joseph Smith, the Christian polygamists rely on some obscure Bible verses for their claim of being divinely ordered to this lifestyle, giving fresh meaning to the old saw about the devil quoting scripture for his purpose.

But, as one discovers in listening to this sad chorus of voices, polygamy has little to do with religion, and everything to do with sex and power — i.e., supplying the dominant males in these cults with a variety of sexual pleasures through their power to pick and choose the fairest young females from the ever-increasing supply. Women are expected to have one child a year because, as it is succinctly put by the FLDS, they are merely “vessels to be worn out in childbirth.”

And never mind that this reduces them to breeding stock who receive llittle or no prenatal medical care and spend their exhausting days cleaning, cooking and caring for their growing broods, because this the life God intends for that half of his children who lack penises.

In “God’s Brothel,” Moore-Emmett notes that the Fundamentalism Project, a five-year study of the thousands of such cults and religious movements worldwide, concluded that they share these common threads: “All are patriarchal, anti-feminist, anti-pluralistic and anti-liberal, with a belief that God is male, that the man in the family is the ultimate authority and that freedom makes sense only in the context of what is sacred” (i.e, we are free only to follow God’s commands).

The polygamous groups and families examined in the book fit this profile perfectly, with each patriarch a law unto himself in all matters — such as the girls and women he will take as wives, who marries whom otherwise, who gets what amount of schooling, who deserves rare medical attention and what punishments are meted out for real and imagined transgressions of rigid rules guiding things as mundane as what food people of different status may eat. (One fugitive from polygamy recounts how she and her siblings would gather pigweed to supplement their sparse diet.)

This educational and interesting book is eminently readable, but at the same time not exactly easy to read. Following the women’s tales of the physical and sexual violence they routinely experienced, along with the constant humilation and messages of worthlessness, is distressing. The women and kids in these enclaves are treated just as badly as were America’s black slaves, or the women of Afganistan under the Taliban. They are mere property, to be used and exploited however their masters wish.

But this darkness is somewhat countered by reading that most of the women who gathered the considerable courage it took to leave their cults — despite having been deeply indoctrinated in their beliefs — are doing well, although the adjustment is difficult. Most had little education, limited social skills and few job skills; however, they all entered the modern world with a huge capacity for work, which serves them well as they forge new lives.

“God’s Brothel” was published just last year and is doing well, according to the author. During an interview with the Free Press, Emmett-Moore said her recent appearance on the Fox News Channel’s “The O’Reilly Factor” caused a huge spike in sales at amazon.com.

Let’s hope this upward trend continues. Books that both educate and outrage people about society’s injustices are all too rare, and this one needs to be widely read. More information about “God’s Brothel” is available from the publisher, Pince-Nez Press of San Francisco, at www.pince-nez.com.

Published in March 2005

Laughing till we hurt

Audiences have certain expectations of stand-up comedians — mainly, that they will make us laugh, probably by appealing to the lowest common denominator governing our collective funny bone. We don’t expect comics to strike a blow for social justice and if we don’t find something funny, we don’t have to laugh.

All of which is why I was surprised to have an epiphany during a comic’s act clear back in 1998. The comic was one of three acts at the Chelsea’s restaurant comedy night. He began making fun of Sally Struthers, a fat actress who was appearing on television to encourage American support of starving Third World children. Fat woman. Starving children. Take a wild guess what his punch line was. Hahaha. Hoo-boy! Hahaha, I said, fully conscious of my body, thinking, Well, it is funny, isn’t it? Mustn’t be seen as one who can’t laugh at myself. Ha — hey, wait. Nobody else is laughing. . .

Nobody else was laughing. The mostly thin audience was booing, and the comic quickly changed his routine. The next comic started out praising the beauty of fat chicks (and he hit on me after the show).

So, by the time I saw Willie Barcena at Harrah’s in Las Vegas on Jan. 1 of this year, I’d steeled myself against the inevitable round of fat jokes in his repertoire. It was simple, really. As the 1998 audience taught me, fat jokes aren’t funny.

What they are is lazy. A good comic is funny because he’s clever, not because he can hurl insults like an over-tall kindergartener. Furthermore, fat jokes are trite, trite, trite. From the no-name comic in 1998, to Barcena this New Year’s Day, everyone has exhausted every conceivable punch line that can possibly be associated with someone’s waistline.

Any doubts as to that can be put to rest by simply typing “fat jokes” into an Internet search engine. The majority of what one will find are “yo’ momma is so fat that. . .” jokes, which are such a poor example of witty repartee that it’s hard to get riled.

One inspired individual suggests men use the jokes to hit on women because “if you can make her laugh, she’ll be attracted to you.” He urges caution in telling the jokes to fat women, but apparently believes thin women will find these juvenile one-liners hilarious and leap right into bed.

In other comedy news, two British comics got into a tiff over a fat joke — not because it was bigoted, but because one says the other stole it from him. Here is the allegedly purloined hooter: A fat woman told Comic 1 that she thought he was “a fattist,” and he replied with: “I think you’re the fattest.” Yup. Totally worth stealing! My swollen gut simply aches for laughing!

What other comedians have to say about fat jokes, though, is heartening. Of the tellers: “hacks,” even “pure evil,” according to Dave Martin, who in 2000 told Eye Weekly he thinks laughter at such jokes is a conditioned response: “It feels like I am at the Nuremberg rally and everyone is sieg heil-ing in the form of laughs.” Said comedienne Sarah Silverman: “For me, unless it’s so funny (a joke about fat women). . . those are the ones that make my heart sink.”

Rabbi Bob Alper, a comic working in 1998, was noted in the Detroit Free Press for his sensitivity. “Alper has gone so far with his principle of avoiding offensive material that he even decided to drop fat jokes from his act.”

Even decided to drop fat jokes. Did you catch that? What would be considered basic respect to any other group is seen as an enormous concession when it comes to fat people.

This is the real problem: Fat jokes are a form of bigotry. Perhaps all comics should be compelled to run their fat jokes through a basic test, by inserting “black,” “Jew” or the slang equivalents every time they want to complain about fat, fatties and lard asses. Puts a different wrinkle on the old fat joke, no?

But, one might argue, a fat joke is not the same as a racist joke! After all, fat people can do something about their condition — I know this is true, for Weight Watchers and the CDC have told me so!

I won’t delve into the lies and manipulation perpetrated by Big Diet and the guv’mint. This is what comics need to understand: Racist jokes are predicated on the notion that there is something intrinsically blameworthy, repulsive and/or inherently funny about Race X. Such jokes are not about whether a person can “do something” about being Race X, but about mocking Race X for its perceived wrongness. In other words, racist jokes are exactly like fat jokes.

The difference is, the people who stood up against racism, be it in the form of “harmless” jokes or crossburning, were eventually given credence, and things changed for the better. Fat people who complain about fat jokes are lumped into the “boo-hoo-everyone-ispicking- on-me” crowd and reviled all the more.

Thing about fat people is, we’re not demanding that everyone love and embrace us and shout: “Fat is beautiful!” We get plenty of love from people who are advanced enough to see us as human beings, and we don’t need the adulation of the masses.

But we are within our rights to demand that mass culture treat us equally, and we’ve certainly got the right to object to public mockery by comedians too lazy to find a different schtick. We might give ‘em a salute. But it won’t be a sieg heil.

Katharhynn Heidelberg writes from Montrose.

Published in Katharhynn Heidelberg

All my children

My kids are arguing. Again.

They are driving me up a wall. All my visions of brotherly love have gone straight to hell. They bicker, they shout, they break each other’s toys, they push, shove and hit.

Now, this is not behavior that they have learned from their parents, although I have yelled maybe once or twice. To be quite honest, I’ve even wanted to push, shove and hit too, but I’ve managed to restrain myself. No, this is something that they have developed all by t h e m s e l v e s . There are times when they absolutely adore each other. They play in their room for hours, building forts and castles, making up games together and honestly liking each other. These are the times when I am glad that I had children, and that I had two boys. This is what I always hoped for, for them. My brother and I were not close and I always blamed that on the differences between boys and girls.

Now, I’m not so sure. We tell them, “Your brother is your best friend in the whole world.”

“I hate him!”

“You are so lucky to have such a great big (or little) brother.”

“Who cares!”

Ahhh, this is my life.

When I was younger and envisioned myself as a mother, I was going to be the quintessential Earth Mamma: peaceful, serene and glowing. My home would be a safe haven for visitors. All of the neighborhood kids would come over and I would bake them fresh (healthful, of course) cookies while they finger-painted beautiful creations that I would hang on my walls. Of course, all the while, I would be doling out hugs and laughter.

It is so not this way. The kids come over, that’s true, but the noise and chaos send me running to my room to hide under the covers. I don’t bake – never have, certainly not going to start now. And yes, I do hang artwork on the wall, but mostly it’s in order to cover up a jelly smear that I’m too lazy to scrape off the wall.

I thought that if there was ever strife in my house that I would show infinite patience and wisdom, discussing each child’s feelings and coming to resolutions that would make everyone feel heard and valued.

Well, that’s a crock. Who has time for processing feelings when Everett and Bowen are beating the crud out of each other? I have yet to hear myself say, “I’m sensing that you’re feeling angry when you knock your brother in the nose.” Often, the urge to bang their heads together becomes so overwhelming that the best I can do is scream, “Stop it right now!”

Not bad, given what I really feel like doing.

I do dole out a fair amount of hugs and laughter, but sometimes I think that the children can tell that my laughter verges on hysteria, so they’re not often psyched for the accompanying hug. They’re afraid to have me near them.

Who’d have ever guessed that motherhood would do this to me; that I would turn into a crazed child-beater wannabe? I see some of my friends and the peacefulness and ease that they bring to the job. One close friend just had her third child and being in her house feels like a slice of time spent in heaven. She claims that it isn’t always this way, but I don’t believe it. I’m the only lunatic mom.

Although, I did have one friend mention to me last night that she can barely manage two – even though she loves motherhood and her children — and that if she did have a third, she would be sure to beat them all. Now, that makes me feel fairly normal. Let me pause while my husband threatens to separate my boys. How nice to have someone else be the mean guy.

People told me that raising children was the hardest job in the world. I didn’t believe it. During the seven years that I was an at-home mother, I think I was in such a delirious fog that I had no clue as to what superhuman strength and patience this job requires. Now that I work full-time outside of my home, sometimes walking into the house at the end of the day feels like re-entering a war zone. It’s one thing to perpetually live in the zone, another to get to leave and then have to go back.

Don’t mistake my meaning here – I adore my boys and couldn’t imagine ever breathing again if anything happened to either one of them. They are sweet and funny and smart and loving and every thought I have includes them. They are my world and it wouldn’t be as good of a place without them in it.

No, the issue is more that I have turned out to be a very different mother than I thought I would be. Plus the fact that motherhood in general is a completely different experience than the one that I lived in my mind.

Holy Toledo. If you really had an inkling of what it would be like, would you ever have children? Honestly, probably not.

Maybe that’s why we don’t really know until we’re in the thick of it. It’s like childbirth itself; you hear that it hurts, but you can’t really grasp the magnitude of pain until you are in labor and it’s too late to turn back. Then you conveniently forget how awful it was while you get pregnant with the next. That is, until the contractions start again.

It’s the same with parenting. When it’s hard, you want to stop and give them back to anyone who will take them, then, when it’s calm and their little arms are wrapped around your neck, you forget that it was ever bad. That is, until one punches the other in the nose and the games begin again.

Maybe I should be thankful for the time I’ve had to fantasize about parenthood; the time that I naively imagined the harmonious world in which I was going to live. I still go there occasionally. It is my escape from reality, the place where I go to hope (or pretend) that this job will get easier and that I still may become Earth Mamma.

Suzanne Strazza writes from Mancos.

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Tougher laws aren’t the answer, DPA maintains

The burgeoning popularity of methamphetamine has prompted calls for tougher laws and longer sentences for offenders. But many critics question the wisdom of looking to law enforcement to squelch meth abuse.

Ethan Nadelmann, executive director of the Drug Policy Alliance, a leading national organization promoting drug-law reform and alternatives to the drug war, said such calls are “an unfortunate knee-jerk response to any new drug problem.”

“You see the same thing going back with Ecstasy five years ago and with crack cocaine in the late ’80s and early ’90s, and with heroin in the ’60s and ’70s, and with marijuana in the ’20s and alcohol in the teens,” Nadelmann said by phone from Washington, D.C. “People get on a high horse about this, the politicians say ‘new penalties!’, no one wants to be seen as soft on drugs, and they pass these things.”

He said there is no need for stiffer laws or sentence enhancements. “There are already very tough laws involving violations of controlled-substances laws that cover meth, and laws involving child endangerment” for parents who neglect their children because of drug abuse.

Nadelmann also advised moving cautiously about another idea for combating meth — severely restricting access to over-the-counter drugs containing pseudoephedrine, a decongestant used illegaly to make meth.

Oklahoma requires people to show an ID and sign if they want cold drugs containing pseudoephedrine. Also, such remedies are no longer available in grocery or convenience stores, but must be bought from pharmacists.

Meth-lab seizures have dropped dramatically in Oklahoma. Now other states are considering adopting such laws.

Nadelmann said it may be a good idea, but it needs a careful look.

“Oklahoma is claiming great success, but people probably just shifted over the border,” he said. If such laws were adopted nationwide, it’s possible meth would be smuggled in from Mexico, leading to more drug violence.

“The market, the producers, the distributors are going to respond and react,” Nadelmann said. “There’s an interactive dynamic with powerful forces of supply and demand at work.”

Nadelmann is encouraged by the fact that more people now seem to regard drug treatment as better than prison for substance abuse.

“If you ask people if they prefer treatment to incarceration for non-violent drug offenders, overwhelmingly, two-thirds of the American public say yes. I don’t think that was true in the late ’80s.”

But he said that might be because meth abusers are primarily Caucasian, whereas crack cocaine was seen as a predominantly black problem. However, he said some of his staff members disagree, saying that there’s still a prejudice against meth users.

“They say it’s hillbilly racism, racism against ‘white trash’ – it’s not about race, but class and culture. Drug scares almost always involve people who are poor and disenfranchised.”

Unfortunately, there is no widely accepted, effective treatment for methamphetamine. “There’s nothing for the stimulants – nothing like methadone for heroin or nicotine patches for cigarettes,” Nadelmann said.

“If you ask 10 people, you will get 10 different answers – residential, 12- step, prison, encounter groups, finding God, getting a good job, learning how to handle yourself responsibly, just quitting.”

He said some research outside the U.S. has suggested prescribing low-dose oral amphetamines for people who became addicted by smoking or injecting the drug. “Unfortunately, that’s not even part of the discussion in America,” he said. Anyway, he said, most substance abusers who quit do so not because of treatment, but because they “hit a point in life where enough is enough.”

“What drug treatment should mean is helping people get their lives together, whether or not they’re still using the drug.” Nadelmann said. “Drug abuse is not about using a drug per se, it’s when your use of the drug starts to become problematic in your life and cause harm to people around you.”

One interesting side issue involves children with Attention Deficit Disorder who have been prescribed stimulants such as Ritalin.

“There initially was a hypothesis that people taking these drugs as kids would graduate to cocaine or meth when older,” Nadelmann said. However, studies found that kids who were properly prescribed stimulants for ADD were less likely to abuse illegal drugs, because the craving was absent.

“If you’re wired in such a way that stimulants calm you down and help you focus – more than (they would) the average person. . . if you haven’t been properly prescribed, when you finally encounter this substance, perhaps illegally, it’s like, ‘Oh, my gosh, this is amazing!’

“If you don’t know how to use it in a controlled fashion. . . you’re going to really hurt yourself.”

He said that raises an interesting question: “Would more sophisticated and proper medication of people beforehand reduce the need and demand and attraction of these drugs?” He added jokingly that maybe “what this country really needs is a good, effective, relatively safe stimulant. . . something like coffee but a little better.” Coca-Cola, he noted, contained low doses of cocaine in its early days.

But Nadelmann said methamphetamine is a serious problem and he is surprised how long-lasting its popularity has been, especially considering how hard stimulants are on the body.

“With heroin you can stabilize your life, you can be on it for 50 years and it’s not going to kill you, but with stimulants like crack cocaine or meth, it’s going to be tough,” he said. “Usually epidemics come in and out of fashion. People get tired of the old substance, they see the negative side effects associated with it, it loses its cool.

“I don’t have a good answer to why meth has hung around so long.”

Published in February 2005

A ticking time bomb

 

Meth use explodes, but treatment options remain limited

Along with the mantra, “Sex, drugs and rock’n’roll,” the ’60s counterculture offered this warning: “Speed kills.”

SGT. DENNIS SPRUELLAnd prophetically, the abuse of speed — which back then came largely in the form of pills — contributed greatly to the death of that hazy, idealistic period of flower power, pot and protest.

Speed has never disappeared, but over the past decade it’s returned with a vengeance that’s taking a horrific toll on addicted users, their families and society as a whole.

Today, the most popular type of speed is methamphetamine (meth, crank, crystal, ice, glass), a cheap, powerful drug easily produced in clan-destine labs.

Children of meth addicts are commonly neglected and abused, often living in an enviroment saturated with toxic chemical byproducts of the crude, dangerous process involved in “cooking” the drug.

And crimes related to the use, sale and manufacture of meth have, of course, grown right along with its waxing popularity, filling prisons and creating a horde of felons who will be haunted by criminal records for the rest of their lives.

The plague involves people of all ages across the socioeconomic spectrum (although truly dedicated meth freaks usually don’t live to collect Social Security). Meth is one of the hardest drug habits to kick, and at present the prospects of successful treatment are dicey.

The Four Corners is no exception to meth’s siren call.

Cortez Police Sgt. Dennis Spruell, assigned to this area’s multi-agency drug task force, said although the task force has slowed the growth of the problem, meth use and manufacture continue at an unacceptable level.

“I would say that 90 percent of our work deals with methamphetamine,” Spruell said. “(The meth problem) is not declining or increasing — it’s just staying the same.” Last year the task force averaged 1.75 arrests weekly, mostly for meth sales by addicts supporting their habit.

In 2003, more than half of the admissions to drug-treatment programs in San Diego and Hawaii were for meth abuse, according to a study sponsored by the National Institute on Drug Abuse, which also found nearly half of the meth labs busted that year were located in nine states across middle America.

Pleasure and euphoria

Meth produces an intense high. It causes the brain to become flooded with dopamine, a neurotransmitter that triggers feelings of pleasure, thereby producing a euphoric state that can last for many hours. It also induces feelings of strength and alertness. Meth freaks often stay awake and physically active for several days before “crashing” into a prolonged sleep.

At the same time, meth damages the brain’s ability to produce and use dopamine, so that when users quit, they no longer experience even normal levels of pleasure. This often contributes to depression that can last for a year or more.

Some research suggests the brain can eventually repair the neurons and receptors involved in dopamine production, but reliable information about the physical and mental impacts of long-term meth use is limited.

What has been established is that chronic use can result in intense paranoia, hallucinations and acts of extreme violence. Meth can also cause strokes, heart attacks, irreversible damage to the cardiovascular system and sudden death. But obviously, these risks alone are not a sufficient deterrent to the millions of meth freaks who continue to tweak, sell and cook their destructive drug of choice.

Tied to major thefts

Battling a cheap, popular, pleasurable drug is difficult. Some experts believe in stricter law enforcement; others advocate drug-law reform and an emphasis on treatment. But it’s unclear what treatment works best for meth addicts — inpatient or outpatient? group therapy, or individual? medical help? nutrition supplements? faith in God? Spruell believes more options are needed locally.

“We need a decent rehabilitation system in Montezuma County,” he said.

This would involve an “intense, in-house” program that would isolate addicts from the drug scene, a treatment protocol that “seems to work better than others.”

Educating the public on the magnitude of the problem is also essential, he said, and nearly half of the task force’s time is dedicated to this effort. A program entitled “Meth: The Toxic Time Bomb” has been presented at numerous schools locally. A recent presentation in Towaoc drew more than 250 people.

“I think the community has to become aware of what’s going on — the fallout crime that results from methamphetamine use, the burglaries, the vandalism, the thefts.”

Spruell estimated that 80 percent of major thefts occurring in this area are directly or indirectly related to meth use.

For example, he said, a man recently arrested in Montezuma County had been doing a “landslide business” in trading meth for stolen property, with over $200,000 worth of purloined goods recovered by law enforcement. Spruell believes stiffer sentencing of meth users and producers would greatly help.

“With methamphetamine, it’s a mindset — an addiction more mental than physical, I think — so you have to take them away from the drug,” he said. “Giving them 60 days in jail is not going to do any good, because on the 61st day they’re out trying to score some methamphetamine.”

Longer sentences could also discourage others from becoming involved, Spruell maintained.

“Right now, there is no deterrent because the judges and the court system are plea-bargaining everything out,” he said. “They’re getting 90 days for manufacturing methamphetamine.

“That doesn’t send a message to anybody other than it’s easy to get away with,” he added. “If those people had gotten five or six years, other guys might have said, ‘You know, maybe I don’t want to risk that’.”

But the court system is so over-loaded, there isn’t time to try all offenders, he said, so plea bargains are struck.

Stronger than love

Rod Gantt, a La Plata County Human Services caseworker who deals exclusively with child-protection issues, said it’s his perception that meth use is burgeoning here.

“I don’t know if ‘epidemic’ is too strong a word, but it’s a very serious problem in La Plata County right now,” he said. “It’s really started to hit us in the last two years, and seems to be getting worse.

“My caseload tends to average about 15 cases and I would say about one-third of those have some connection with meth. I know that Judge (David) Dickinson, who hears most of our cases, has expressed the same feeling that it really is a huge problem.”

Gant said most of those cases involve neglect on the part of parents rather than intentional physical abuse.

“The parents become so focused on their need to maintain their drug habit that they lose sight of their children’s needs and cease being appropriate parents, leaving the kids unsupervised and bored — just not adequately cared for.”

An even more serious situation arises when the parents become involved in manufacturing the drug.

“It’s really a dangerous process for kids to be around — for anyone to be around — and it can be lethal, espe-cially for children (because) it doesn’t take much exposure to these chemicals . . . to kill them.”

It’s rare for parents deeply involved with meth to rehabilitate themselves and regain custody of their children.

“My personal experience says it’s nearly never that they can turn this around,” he said. “In other words, the drug is stronger than their love for or need to have their children.

“I’m not saying they don’t love their children, I’m saying the drug is so powerful that it takes priority over everything in their lives,” he said.

Under Colorado law, parents of kids under 6 have only a year to get their problems resolved, Gantt explained, or Social Services can file for termination of their parental rights and put the kids up for adoption. In one case last year in which a baby was born with meth in its system, the parents made almost no effort to regain custody, and an aunt and uncle have since been granted guardianship.

A success story

Difficult as it is to kick meth, some users do succeed.

One former addict, a young mother who used meth for four years and agreed to talk to the Free Press on the condition of anonymity, said the drug helped her cope with sexual abuse she’d experienced as a child.

“Every cloud has a silver lining, and the silver lining for me was that meth made me mean enough to get the per-son who sexually molested me for most of my childhood out of my life and not feel guilty about it. That’s not an excuse, but one good thing did come out of it.”

She said she first took meth in 2001 when a friend offered her some to help her finish some projects faster. “I was 26 and had never used drugs like that because I was scared of them,” she recalled. “It was kind of like a peer-pressure thing, even though I was an adult.”

Her addiction developed over several months, she said, with her use escalating from weekly to daily.

Her weight dropped from 145 pounds to 90, a fact she variously explained to co-workers and family as resulting from being on the Atkins diet or having a thyroid problem.

“When I did make it to work, I did my job very well,” she said, “but I started calling in sick — I made up excuses so I could stay home and do my dope.” Still, she said, she maintained a front of being a responsible mother.

“Luckily, thank God, my son never got taken away from me,” she said. “In my head I was telling myself, ‘Well, I’m still a good mom,’ because I was on the PTA and did Little League, but . . . I never had time for him because I was always too busy scrubbing my kitchen floor or something.”

The drug was also affecting her mind in more insidious ways. “I was paranoid — accusing people I love of spying on me,” she said. She and her meth-using friends would tear out phone lines and take apart TVs and VCRs because they believed listening devices had been implanted in them. Last year, after several unsuccessful attempts, she managed to quit.

“I would quit for a month and then I would have another binge,” she said, “but it never worked until I started going to church. I surrounded myself with people who really loved me and found a place to belong that was good.”

She got through her withdrawal by taking nutritional supplements, she said, as well as praying for help. “It sounds corny, but I couldn’t have done it without God helping me.”

She also “burned my bridges” with meth dealers by becoming involved in anti-drug activities.

“Socializing with those types of people would tend to make my drug contacts think that I’m a snitch,” she explained, “which was fine with me — I wanted them to think that so they would leave me alone.

“It’s not an option for me to step back into that way of life any more.”

‘An act of God’

Cortez resident Leila Parga, the mother of a meth user, is currently helping raise her grandchildren while her daughter struggles with addiction.

Parga’s frustration with the lack of information about the problem led her to establish a faith-based web site last fall.

“I have a place where people can submit stories, whether they’re an addict or someone like me,” she said.

“I literally realized it would take an act of God to do anything about this, it’s such an enormous problem, so I’ve also established a prayer group in Cortez.” Another prayer group meets in Dolores, she said. Contact information is listed on the web site, www.meth-b-gone. com.

Parga said her daughter has been involved with meth for at least two years and is not doing well, even after six months in a drug-rehab program. “Unfortunately, she relapsed and is running amok somewhere,” she said.

“It’s a nasty drug — it just astounds me that it can make a mother walk away from her children. I believe there are an enormous amount of grandparents raising their grandchildren because of meth.”

Parga said some users are incapable of quitting on their own. The problem is there are no “locked-down” treatment facilties to keep them away from the drug, only programs where clients have the choice to walk out.

“There are no good answers to the addiction problem,” she said. “My daughter had been clean over nine months and still couldn’t stay away from it.”

Parga said everything she’s read suggests that meth addiction is more difficult to kick than any other drug, including heroin and alcohol.

Not an insurmountable challenge

But Donna Sue Spear, a substance-abuse counselor who was herself once addicted to meth, believes the habit is no more difficult to kick than alcohol, hero-in or other substances. Now the clinical director of Clarity Counseling in Dolores, Spear has been clean for 17 years.

“I know that some treatment pro-grams have emphasized that their success rate is lower with methamphetamine addicts,” she said.

“With any addiction you have to address multiple issues and meth has sort of a constellation of issues, so if you address those issues, then you can have success. I don’t believe that methamphetamine addiction is untreatable.”

She cited The Matrix Program, a California rehab center with 20 years’ experience with meth users, as a fairly-successful approach. The program includes an intensive outpatient model along with family therapy, she said.

Mental-health issues also must be considered, she said. “A lot of times methamphetamine withdrawal is very similar to clinical depression,” she said, “There’s been some research that shows antidepressants are very helpful for the early stages of withdrawal.”

Spear has developed a substance-abuse treatment program for women called “Recovering Together,” and the majority of clients over the past two years have been meth addicts — 17, compared to 10 being treated for alcohol and marijuana abuse. She said she is still compiling data on the success of her clients.

“I’ve had some methamphetamine addicts in my program who are doing great. I know many recovering meth addicts, and they have successfully got off it when they were ready to.”

Spear said she has no problem with jailing users when it’s a matter of public safety, but stressed that even then, treatment should be available. “I think (arrest) is the primary leverage to get people into treatment,” she said.

“But the problem with incarcerating people is a lot of times they don’t get treatment and they go right back to what they were doing.”

Finding the money

Of course, treatment costs money, and with public funding for such pro-grams dwindling, that option remains unavailable to those who have exhausted their own resources and the support of their friends and family.

So there remains a large group of desperately sick tweakers who live outside the mainstream, precariously perched on the edge of an abyss. Parga believes that’s where the community must step in. “We can’t depend on the government to save us.”

She would like to become more active in developing better treatment options, such a one nutrition-based withdrawal program run by volunteers in California.

“It’s just getting the money to do some of those programs,” she said. “I have big things in mind.

“I truly believe God’s leading me to do this — it’s certainly not something I would have chosen as a career. It’s just a passion.”

Published in February 2005

A sheriff’s deputy plunges into her job

On her first day of work, Vigil rescues a couple from icy Narraguinnep

DEPUTY ROSALEE VIGILThe sheriff’s deputy quickly stripped off her duty belt and tied the rope around her waist. Motivated by the frantic screams of the two people struggling in the frigid lake, she crawled across the perilously thin ice toward the open water.

Reaching the fragile edge just as the desperate woman slipped below the surface, the deputy grabbed the woman’s shirt and began to pull her above water. As the ice began to give way beneath her, Deputy Rosalee Vigil couldn’t believe this was happening on her very first day of work as a law-enforcement officer.

The day of the incident — Sunday, Jan. 16 — was already noteworthy for Vigil. Having just completed field training, the rookie was ready for her first day on patrol — alone — for the Montezuma County Sheriff’s Office.

“I was nervous,” Vigil said. “You never know what’s going to happen on this job. I was scared.”

To dispel her fears, Vigil focused on her law-enforcement training, which provided a foundation of skills to begin her job as a sheriff’s deputy —not the career path she had started on. “I was going to school to be a nurse,” she said. But she wanted more diversity in her work life. “Being a deputy is something different every day. It’s something deep down I wanted to do.”

So Vigil put herself through the law-enforcement academy in Durango, attending part-time over a nine-month period so she wouldn’t be away from her children for too long. In fact, Vigil so impressed her instructors that she was offered a job with the Durango Police Department — an offer she declined in order to work in Montezuma County.

“This is where I grew up and where I want to raise my kids,” she said. “I’ll do anything I can to make the community safe for my family.”

Part of that commitment to her community will include working as the school resource officer for the sheriff’s office and DARE instructor. “I’m young so the kids seem to connect with me,” Vigil said. “I love kids.”

Vigil is the only female deputy on patrol for the sheriff’s office; however, she said she hasn’t had any difficulties being a woman in a male-dominated profession.

“The guys (other deputies) are like my big brothers,” she said. “We’re one big family, and if something is going wrong, they’ll be there for me.”

Vigil said her fellow deputies were also supportive of her during the 14 weeks of field training, during which she accompanied them on patrol to prepare her to go out on her own. But no amount of training had prepared her for that remarkable first day.

Vigil’s inaugural morning had been uneventful. But that quickly changed. That afternoon as she was honing her skills on traffic patrol near Highways 491 and 184, a call came in about an overturned boat at Narraguinnep Reservoir. Two people were possibly still in the water.

The victims were Leanette and Santiago Gutierrez of Fruitland, N.M., who had been in a canoe in a small spot of open water, fishing. They could not be reached for comment for this story.

“The other deputy (on duty) was down near (the) M&M (Truck Stop, 15 miles away),” Vigil said. “So I got on the radio and told him I was in the area and would go over there.”

When Vigil reached the scene she knew right away the boaters were in a desperate situation.

“The guy was screaming he couldn’t swim,” she said. “I told him to keep moving to stay warm. Then the girl started to go under.”

Vigil quickly realized the victims were not going to make it until a rescue crew arrived. “I just knew I couldn’t stand there and watch two people die,” she said.

Vigil grabbed a tow rope from a wit-ness at the scene, Dave Epps, who had called 911. She said Epps was instrumental in executing the rescue. “He’s just a regular ol’ guy driving by, and took the time out of his life to help me.” Epps held the rope as Vigil crawled out on the ice. She got to the edge just as the woman went under.

“I grabbed her shirt and pulled her up above the water,” Vigil said. “I started pulling her up, and her weight and my weight combined started to break the ice.

“I got onto my knees and pulled her on top of me. That was the point that I went in.”

As the two women plunged into the icy water, Epps pulled on the rope and Vigil somehow managed to keep her grip on the drowning woman.

“I kept ahold of her shirt with one hand and had the other hand on the ice,” Vigil said. “We fell through the ice like that two or three times.”

Vigil was finally able to pull Leanette up onto the ice and help her crawl to the shore, where other deputies waited. “I put her on the shore and went back after the guy,” Vigil said. “By the time I got to the edge of the ice, he was waiting for me.”

Soaked and quickly becoming hypothermic, Vigil fought to help Santiago. “By this time I was freezing,” she said. “The ice kept going and my strength was nothing.”

But it was sufficient for her to keep the man’s head above water as they fell through the ice again. Vigil held on to him with her last bit of strength as the pair was pulled to shore.

The victims, along with Vigil, were transported to the emergency room at Southwest Memorial, where they were treated for hypothermia. All three came through without injury.

Vigil said she will never forget her first day on the job and the incident that earned her the nickname “The Little Mermaid.” But she is modest about her role in the dramatic rescue.

“I can’t believe I did it,” Vigil said. “It was a rewarding experience. Just another day at the job. . . . I love it.”

Published in February 2005