The season of first cutting

In this time of pandemic and voluntary lockdown, I find myself searching for new ways to connect to my homeland. Rather than rattling the bars of my cage, I find pacing around my place more satisfying, if I mindfully watch how the landscape around me is changing in small but measurable ways.

This is a Zen practice formalized by the Japanese (of course, an island community would get this) that created a calendar of 72 seasons (and of course, there’s an app for that at https: apps.apple.com/us/app/72- seasons/id1059622777). Each season is about five days long and spotlights a natural phenomenon – the hatching of preying mantis, the blooming of a flower, or the peak harvest for a seasonal food. While climate change and astronomical precession have shifted the timing of some of these ancient seasons, they are still useful for connecting to the land in a meaningful way. I am working on my own 72-season calendar that coincides with the natural rhythms of the Colorado Plateau.

I am writing this in the proposed season of “first cutting.” Since my landscape includes alfalfa fields, this is the time when alfalfa farmers turn off the irrigation (if they have it) and run the swather around the fields at night, leaving the hay in windrows to dry for baling a day or two later. This season usually occurs early to mid-June before the monsoon and the season of regular afternoon thunderstorms. For dryland alfalfa fields this may be the only cutting for the year and is truly the harvest of winter moisture.

It is also the time of my first cutting. Early- season crops are done (peas, greens, cilantro) and the true summer vegetables (tomatoes, peppers, carrots, beans, squash) are not ready yet. Although I check daily for the first blush on a tomato. Wouldn’t it be nice if the cilantro harvest coincided with the rest of the salsa ingredients? This year there are some mid-season beets and early zucchini to keep me satisfied. But this season always brings a dilemma. Do I harvest some early carrots and potatoes even though they will be small? Or wait and risk pests getting them first? Should I replant greens or will they just bolt in the summer heat?

It is a time to be patient. This is only the first cutting; first harvest. This season demands hope and trust that there will be more, someday soon.

It is also the time of fruit thinning. The orchard harvest looks promising this year with many small green fruits on apricot, peach, pear, and apple trees. The early June frosts, dry weather, and wind have done some auto-thinning on most trees. But it is time to make some decisions and remove two small apples in the hope that the remaining one will survive to a larger size. The cherries are almost ready – can we wait for tree-ripened fruit or risk feeding the birds? Speaking of birds, this year the birds seemed especially dapper in their “high breeding” plumage. Maybe it was just me spending more time watching the backyard feeder birds, but they seemed especially bright and crisp this year. Hard not to miss the black and white tuxedo of the white-breasted nuthatch pair that met up and nested in our backyard. This week, the new family of nuthatches, the original pair and two juveniles, came chattering and fluttering by. The parents now looking a bit bedraggled and haggard as the young are constantly chasing them down for morsels. New life in a matter of weeks. Seventy-two seasons may not be enough.

Despite the dizzying spin of cycles within cycles, connecting with natural cycles is surprisingly reassuring. Especially when you can’t make future plans, and don’t know if or when or how “normal” will return. But look, the beans are blooming and in five days or so the first small, slender beans will appear (if hail, pests, or frosts don’t disrupt the process). These cycles are dependable, measurable, and occur despite pandemic or politics. I finally understand why the ancestral Puebloan and other native societies lived in cyclic time rather than the march of linear time. It is much easier to connect with the past and future through reoccurring seasons and cycles. I can still picture my grandfather carefully tending his tomatoes plants and can conjure his presence as I do the same. Even though by the linear calendar, he tended his last tomato plant more than 30 years ago.

As we all cast about for anything dependable or predictable in these uncertain times, take time to observe and document the small changes in your natural environment. Even houseplants go through changes – whether it is change in the angle of the light it grows towards or the yellowing of leaves. My indoor Ficus tree reliably drops its leaves each spring. A relic of its life in a more tropical homeland or adaptation to the reduced indoor light in our house during the summer months. Who knows? But it happens every year. Perhaps celebrating one season at a time is the secret to thriving as a community. It worked for previous communities that lived through tough times on the Colorado Plateau. Maybe it will bring solace to us, too.

Carolyn Dunmire is an award-winning writer living in Cahone, Colo.

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Right-of-Way 101

Hey, the weather is great, and I need to get away so let’s go on a road trip or ride up into the forest, I remember a real neat woods road we used to drive in the fall to see the colors change, let’s go there. There is the turn-off, right by that big tree but it is CLOSED? What is going on? That road has been there over 100 years! I’m going to see heads roll over this! Sound familiar? This is happening all over the Western States’ federally controlled lands resulting in lots of people getting pretty worked up. So what is this all about? What has happened to our “public lands”?

This cannot be explained in a one-page article, so will only try to give a “bullet point” highlight for the person on the street that doesn’t know what I am even talking about now. The entire subject is mired in U.S. and State History. In the beginning was the U.S. Constitution and the Constitution was declared the Supreme Law of the Land. Under the Supreme Law, the new to be Federal governing body was not to own or control any “public lands” in perpetuity. Individual states were to be fully sovereign, governing the people to be Free and ensuring their God given rights of Life Liberty and Pursuit of Happiness (Property). The foundation was for individual property ownership.

historic lost canyon

A section of granted right-of-way, the old
historic Lost Canyon wagon road that was
popular with hunters and other recreators. Photo by Dexter Gill.

To expand the new country with more sovereign states, territories were acquired which provided for what is today most of the 11 western states. These new territories were “public lands” open for settlement to develop new states from. After the Civil War Congress sought to expedite settlement and new State establishment, which would be consistent with the Constitutional mandate of the Federal body not retaining any public lands in perpetuity. One of the key actions was in 1866, the passage of RS-2477, now codified as Title 43 U.S. Code 932 which applies to all public lands. The law states “The rightof- way for the construction of highways over lands not reserved for public uses, is hereby granted”. The word “highway” was a legal term which included carriage-ways, bridle-ways, footways, bridges, ferries, railroads, and canals as well as frequently traveled and periodically maintained roads. In Colorado this can be roads formed by the passage of wagons etc. over the natural soil. This expedited homesteading, mining, farming & ranching and economic development. They understood that all economic wealth comes from the ground and its resources.

As new states were established, the previous territorial public lands then became the lands of the state. The federal “highway” Right-of-Way Grants transferred to the new state for protection of legal grant. The unsettled and unclaimed lands in the new state were held by the federal body for disposal into private ownership on behalf of the state. By 1976 the federal government decided they would just keep the lands it had not sold for the state, recognizing the natural resource values they could exploit at the expense of the state, and exercise control over the state government. The Congressional act, Federal Lands Policy Management Act (FLPMA) of 1976 took full control and ownership, in perpetuity, of the lands of the State that it had not sold for the State, mostly Forest Service and BLM lands, an action contrary to Article I Sect. 8 of the U.S. Constitution. The FLPMA did state that all existing RS-2477 Right-of- Way Grants would continue, and nothing would terminate them. To compensate for taking away the states’ lands, the federal agencies were to coordinate all management actions with the local governments, the counties, which failed to happen.

So what is the problem? Starting in 1976, both the Forest Service and BLM began curtailing and ending active resource management, protection and development, causing deterioration to the local economy and resources. More recently access and use of these supposed public lands, has been steadily closed to the public, causing economic damage to recreation, hunting, fuel wood opportunities as well as impeding fire and rescue response. This is all contrary to FLPMA assuring that the RS-2477 Right of Ways would continue and not be closed. Seventy-three percent of our county is in various government ownership and control, which includes all or most of our critical watershed and the associated outdoor recreation, tourism, hunting, fishing, wood products and livestock grazing opportunities. That leaves only 23 percent in private ownership as tax base to support the county. The economic future of this and other counties is currently in the hands of outside interests. The recent mismanaged state controls implemented for the pandemic greatly exacerbated the damage to the economy already caused by the federal land access and use issue. To survive and grow, the counties must regain control of their own destinies.

Can that be done? Certainly, but only if we step out and take action to protect the rights of the people in all areas that the county and state is duty-bound to ensure. One of those, for starters, is to protect the granted “Right-of-Ways” identified by RS -2477, now Title 43 U.S. Code 932, to provide the same opportunities for economic use and development today as when the law was passed. With the new interest in getting out and recreating, the Right-of-Way closures have greatly reduced the people’s rights and the economic opportunities. The county must be in the driver’s seat, not outside interests from other states and the Front Range of Colorado. Do we believe in the “Rule of Law”? If so, then we need to follow it fully!

Dexter Gill is a retired forest manager who worked for private industry, three Western state forestry agencies, and the Navajo Nation forestry department. He writes from Lewis, Colo.

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Independence 2020 and the edge of darkness

The 1960 presidential election saw the power of visual media over an auditory based medium. A majority of those surveyed who saw the debate between John F. Kennedy and Richard Nixon on television said they felt that Kennedy “won” the debate. Those who listened to the debate on radio felt that Nixon fared better. Many historians felt that the advent of television and a new interstate transportation grid that allowed for increased participation at campaign rallies swung a close election to the more charismatic John Kennedy. It was Kennedy who pioneered circumnavigating party bosses to deliver his message of a national campaign directly to voters.

Nixon learned from his mistakes in regards to utilizing the media. American journalist Joe McGinness wrote a best-selling book, The Selling of the President 1968, based on his access to Nixon’s campaign. The era of modern campaigns using slick public relations and psychological manipulation was firmly established.

It’s been that way ever since. It is my belief that is why, more than any other one factor, our choices have become increasingly irrelevant to what we as a republic need. Candidates for President have become little more than corporate proxy battles between ever increasingly bitter clashes of agendas. This clash of mega titans could be the end of that great American experiment known as a constitutional republic.

All the shenanigans that have occurred in Washington D.C. in the last 50 years have led us to the abyss. This perfect storm, that has seen the hollowing out of a vibrant middle class, where the cost of a massive government complex has been disproportionately left to a dwindling subset of working-class taxpayers, is now upon us. That subset of the electorate is acutely aware their government does not respect them or their rights. They know the more it costs them to support this bureaucracy, the less they have for themselves and their families. They become less free.

This country is in debt up to its collective eyeballs. Whether you believe COVID-19 was a true pandemic that was a clear and present danger to the entire country, or if it was a “plandemic”- seized upon by opportunists, really doesn’t matter anymore. The economic collapse that has been inflicted will reverberate for years. I don’t think you need to be wearing a tin-foil hat to consider that the absolute chaos we are witnessing is damn dangerous.

So, the question becomes: what do we do?

The election is coming, and whatever the result is, it is almost a given that half of the country is going to be enraged. Egged on by a nonstop 24-hour news cycle that feeds itself on dissent and discord.

Let’s do our country a big favor. Don’t fall for it. Channel whatever disappointment or elation you may have into a determination to work for a civil society rather than burning the joint down.

We could try dusting off the Constitution. I do wonder how many people who vote do so with a clear understanding of how the framework of our system works. The tenets of our republic do not favor one political party over another. It is possible to effect change through constitutional means. However, that does require hard work and a willingness to work through a process that is time-consuming. In this time of instant gratification and mob rules, identity politics is demanding to be given precedent over established procedures.

Identity politics that are currently in vogue are a way to manipulate and distract in order to create a false narrative that rewards a few at the expense of the many. Lobbyists armed with data information systems and colossal spending budgets can convince enough people to see things the way whoever hired them wants them to see. One reason that so many false narratives can be successfully spun is by the use of statistics. Anyone who has ever taken a class in this science will tell you, it’s easy to distort numbers.

With such turmoil rolling around, eventually things wind up at the Supreme Court. The court is considered the arbitrator of all things constitutional. Supreme Court judges are often described as being left-leaning or right-leaning by the media. The New York Times and the Washington Post are especially guilty of framing their articles in this manner. I think this is a huge error, and one I wish they would correct. Such descriptions are stereotypes meant to cloud critical thinking of any given judge’s opinions. Recent Supreme Court decisions have “surprised” media analysts. Mostly because they assume the justices will conform to a narrative that has been applied by the media to the individual justices. In other words, they expect a right-leaning/conservative court to render decisions favorable to the Republican Party, and more to the point, President Trump.

Chief Justice John Roberts has been described as a disappointment to Republicans. I think he may be a disappointment to Constitutional conservatives, but I don’t think he is a disappointment to those who look at Supreme Court decisions from an economic standpoint. Justice Roberts’ decisions are, from my perspective, based on corporate economic factors steeped in legal opinion.

The recent Supreme Court decisions on DACA and the issue of equal rights are going to be re-visited, without a doubt. This will probably make the next appointee to fill a vacancy a media onslaught that will surpass the one that occurred with Justice Kavenaugh’s nomination. The same interests that have corrupted our election process are now focusing on our Supreme Court.

No wonder some people think the apocalypse is near.

Valerie Maez writes from Lewis, Colo.

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An amazing and influential leader

“We have a powerful potential in our youth, and we must have the courage to change old ideas and practices so that we may direct their power toward good ends.”

By the age of 9 she could pick 250 pounds of cotton. Her name may be remotely familiar, but what do you really know about her? Mary Jane McLeod Bethune became one of the most important black educators, civil and women’s rights leaders and government officials of the 20th century. The college she founded set educational standards for today’s black colleges, and her role as an advisor to President Franklin Delano Roosevelt gave African-Americans an advocate in government.

MARY JANE BETHUND

Mary Jane Bethune

She was born in Maysville, South Carolina, on July 10, 1875. She was the last of former slaves Samuel and Patsy McLeod’s 17 children. She grew up in great poverty. Most of her siblings were born into slavery. Everyone in the family toiled in the cotton fields. Her parents longed to be independent and they sacrificed greatly to buy the fields they toiled in.

When the Civil War ended, her mother worked for her former owner picking cotton and took in laundry until the family finally had enough money to buy the land they worked. Mary often accompanied her while delivering “white people’s” wash. One day she was allowed to go into the white children’s nursery and she was fascinated with their toys and books. She picked up one book and as she opened it a white child snatched it out of her hands, saying she didn’t know how to read. It was that very day that Mary decided that the only difference between white and colored people was the ability to read and write. She was going to learn.

She was the one and only child in her family to attend school. She walked many miles each way, every day, to attend the one-room Marysville Missionary School that had opened for African-American children. She did her best each day to share her newfound knowledge with the rest of her family.

She later received a scholarship to the Barger-Scotia Seminary College, which was a school for girls in Concord, North Carolina. After graduation from the seminary in 1893 she attended the Dwight Moody’s Institute for Home and Foreign Missions (also known as Moody Bible Institute) in Chicago. She graduated after two years and returned to the south, where she began a career as a teacher.

She realized at a very young age that education was very important and she devoted her life to creating and offering educational opportunities to others, regardless of race or economic background.

For nearly a decade she worked as a teacher. Mary married Albertus Bethune in 1898 and the settled in Florida. They had one child, a son, Albertus. She established the Daytona Educational and Industrial School for training Negro girls, which in 1923 merged with the Cookman Institute to become Bethune-Cookman Institute, where she was the head of the school until 1942. She also helped to establish the first black hospital in Daytona.

She was elected and served on the Executive Board of the National Urban League, was the vice-president of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) and founded the National Council of Negro Women. In 1924 she became the leader of the National Council of Negro Women, beating fellow reformer, Ida B. Wells, for the top post.

She was invited to the White House by President Herbert Hoover several times to discuss issues of housing and child health. During the Franklin Roosevelt administration she was director of the Division of Negro Affairs in the National Youth Administration. She enjoyed close working as well as personal relationships with FDR, his mother and his wife.

When she was drawing up her will, she said that her worldly possessions were few but her experiences were many and rich. She recorded a list of principles and policies to pass on to black people everywhere. She included the following statement: “Faith, courage, brotherhood, dignity, ambition, responsibility — we must cultivate them and use them as tools for our task of completing the establishment of equality for the Negro. The Freedom Gates are half ajar, and we must pry them fully open…I pray now that my philosophy may be helpful to those who share my vision of a world of Peace.”

In 1930, Ida Tarbell included Bethune as No. 10 on her list of America’s greatest women.

In the 1940s Bethune used her influence and friendship with Eleanor Roosevelt to secure buses for Eddie Durham’s All Star Girls Orchestra, an African-American all-women’s swing band to travel and perform.

Bethune was the only black woman present at the founding of the United Nations in San Francisco in 1945, where she represented the NAACP.

In 1949 she was the first woman to receive the National Order of Honor and Merit, Haiti’s highest award.

She served as the U.S. emissary to the induction of President William V.S. Tubman of Liberia in 1949, and advisor to five Presidents of the U.S.

In 1973 she was inducted into the National Women’s Hall of Fame.

In 1985 the U.S. Postal Service issued a stamp in her honor.

In 1985 Ebony Magazine listed her as one of the 50 most important figures in black U.S. history and in 1999, they included her as one of the 100 most fascinating black women of the 20th century. In 1991 the International Astronomical Union named a crater on the planet Venus in her honor.

In 2004 at the 100th anniversary of Bethune- Cookman University in a speech by the Vice President she was remembered as a “person who was able to bring black and white people together.”

Inscribed on the side of a monument dedicated to her are her words: “I leave you to love. I leave you to hope. I leave you the challenge of developing confidence in one another. I leave you a thirst for education. I leave you a respect for the use of power. I leave your faith. I leave you racial dignity. I leave you a desire to live harmoniously with your fellow men. I leave you a responsibility to our young people.”

Margaret “Midge” Kirk is a slightly eccentric artist, writer, bibliophile, feminist scholar and hobby historian who lives in the SW corner of Colorado. She can be reached at eurydice4@yahoo.com or visit her website www.herstory-online.com

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No ‘poo for this ‘do

In the midst of a global pandemic and all its repercussions, I resolved to take bold steps. Think beyond wearing a mask even though it could get me shot, I said to myself. Think beyond disinfecting my hands even though hand sanitizer currently pays better dividends than my three-figure Roth IRA. Think truly bold, on a personal if not a public health level. Think about not washing your hair.

I thought, and then I did. I have officially stopped washing my hair. I am now three months clean from being clean.

I never stopped washing my hair before for one critical reason: It’s gross. Humans have evolved as a species by using modern shampoo since the 1930s or so. Our relationship with hair products is symbiotic, much like sharks and those pilot fish that follow them around and clean their scalps. We benefit, and our domesticated partners get to spread around the world in our wake while there is still a world around which to spread.

However, in this enlightened and endangered era, people are tackling tons of Big Questions and challenging the assumptions we founded our civilization on. Is it responsible to eat animal products when animals are sentient creatures and our exploitation contributes to the degradation of our planet and its climate? Can we reconfigure the role of law enforcement to better serve our citizenry? Just because anyone can become president, should just anyone become president, and can we have New Zealand’s instead?

I’m unprepared to sacrifice butter, and my country still freaks out over the idea of a female James Bond let alone an elected official, so the day I became a corona-hermit I asked yet another question. Are we really, truly, genetically united with shampoo, or have we merely become domesticated to serve Big Hair?

It’s high time we find out. So I shelved the ’poo and commenced ditching the cream rinse.

The readers among you with buzz cuts and alopecia and male-pattern baldness might suspect you’re ahead of me on this here curve. But those same readers don’t have the hair I do. Mind you, I have fewer hairs on my head than I used to. But the hairs I still have make up for scarcity with their abundant split ends.

I’ve been working on my quarantine ’do since approximately December 2015. Ceasing to rinse and repeat means I’m no longer bathing an appreciable—and ever-lengthening— percentage of my surface area.

In just the first two weeks of my new health-care regimen, I made several acute observations:

  • No one came close to entering my WHO-recommended six-foot social-distancing radius. Granted, I also saw no human beings in my self-isolation during that time. But if I had, they would have avoided the pizzeria kitchen mop on my head.
  • In related news, cheap pizza now seems comparatively healthy to me.
  • At this rate, I would save approximately $16 per year on store-brand hair products.
  • If I extrapolated those savings over a lifetime, I could afford a low-end inflatable stand-up paddleboard with adjustable paddle and carrying backpack.
  • Falling in the lake off my new paddleboard will likely rinse dirt and other accumulated particles from my follicles, thereby saving me entire showers and additional dollars on my water-heating bills that I can invest in a second paddleboard. You know, in case anyone is ever again willing to be my friend in public. Or in case the first one pops.

Once I got past the fact that my hair was changing colors in the same way my childhood baseball mitts changed colors when I oiled them, the shampoo shackles fell from my spirit. I could go camping for more than a weekend without facilities. I could pack a suitcase without any liquids. I could do anything I wanted, because how do you stop a man who has lost all sense of dignity?

I called my little sister—who had also freed herself from personal hygiene many years before, without cover of a widespread virus—to celebrate. She asked me how my baking soda washes were going.

Baking soda washes?

Yes. She explained that a baking soda wash, followed by an apple-cider vinegar rinse, would remove excess gunk and balance my natural pH and that I still needed to do SOMETHING with my hair unless I wanted dreadlocks that looked like the inside of my shower drain.

So I relented two weeks into my lifelong goal of not washing my hair. But I still haven’t touched the ’poo, nor do I intend to. I feel more liberated than ever, now that my natural oils have found their harmony. Besides, I can’t afford new shampoo unless the paddleboard company starts accepting my returns.

Zach Hively writes from Abiquiu, N.M. He can be read and reached through http://zachhively.com and on Twitter @zachhively.

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Curves and mitigation

The idea of having a window into the next 50 years sounded sort of visionary. Don’t we all yearn for a closer look into the future?

I called the masked volunteer over to the display case and asked if she would show me the calendar. She scrutinized the glass shelves, then glanced up and scrutinized me.

“Did I hear you right?” she asked. “I don’t see any calendar.”

“Actually,” I said, “it’s not a paper calendar. There, on the middle shelf, that strange stainless steel disc bearing a remarkable resemblance to the top tier of the Starship Enterprise. The little box next to it advertises it as a calendar.” I pointed at it. Her expression broadened into a smile of recognition. “I’m just curious to see if it works like a crystal ball and what it might reveal about our future.”

“Oh, I see” she said, and now that we were on the same metaphorical highway traveling in the same direction, she lifted the object and its empty cardboard container to the counter, then stepped ever so slightly back, as if shielding herself from it, or possibly from me.

At the center of the device, within the confines of a tiny circle, gracefully etched letters and numbers displayed these words: FOR 50 YRS 2018-2067.

A rather uninspired prophecy revealed itself to me. On the last day of 2066 I’d be 113 years old. Anyone could accurately envision where I’d be spending that New Year’s Eve, which in case anyone’s wondering happens to fall on a Friday. There. Something I didn’t know. I also speculated that much of the world’s work force, released from quarantine, would be enjoying a long holiday weekend. A few more revelations and I might be regarded as a soothsayer.

I bought the calendar, if for no other reason than the prospect of simply touching the next 50 years. It would feel like owning a time machine.

Then I thought about our most famous prognosticator, Nostradoomus. Nobody could accuse him of having a cheerful disposition. His predictions read like a sustained nightmare. Take a peek into his prophecy for our 2020 political world.

“In the city of God, there will be a great thunder.

Two brothers are torn apart by Chaos, while the fortress endures.

The great leader will succumb.

The third big war will begin when the big city is burning.”

It’s more than a stretch to expect anything reassuring would come from such a disclosure, but I reasoned “the fortress endures” sounded like a shred of good news. I won’t go on to repeat his other dreadful predictions involving a plague-like epidemic, an impending financial crisis, or any number of climate-related disasters, but as I studied the Nostradamus legacy, I spotted a glimmer of hope, a poetic reason for feeling less depressed. You see, all his predictions were written in rhyming quatrains. What if I set one of my own to a hip-hop beat? Might people of the future cringe less when they speculate about their destiny?

As the midnight hand spasms on the brink of twelve clicks
in a distant decade of twenty-sixty-six,
a young accountant will suddenly remember
it’s time to update his great-grandpa’s calendar.

Readers may have difficulty hearing the music, but the rhythm soothes. While it is encouraging to know I’ll never need to buy another calendar to keep track of my days, it’s also irresistible, with so many future months held open, to get hung up on what MIGHT happen instead of focusing on what IS happening? I don’t expect to live forever, but how counterproductive that Nostradamus never appeared to have a good night’s sleep. Just look what he left for us: a divination of doom nearly 500 years after his death to infect our expectations. For that, he should be dubbed “the coronavirus of prophets.”

By way of full disclosure, my new calendar is not a crystal ball. It’s just an object, about 3 inches in diameter and a half inch thick. My days have never fit so neatly into the palm of my hand. The brushed stainless steel surface gleams on my desktop each morning when sunlight filters through the window, so I pretend the instrument is occasionally solar powered, though it contains no electronics. Just manually rotate the top disc with my finger and align the current month with its corresponding year. It’s a delicate operation, one that can inadvertently add 20 years if I bump the device while getting my desktop organized, or if I’m lucky, nudge it in the other direction so it makes me a little younger. That’s the thing about the future, it’s touchy.

I can’t scribble on it or hang it from a wall, but weighing in at 5.5 ounces it works as predictably as a small rock would by preventing my loose papers from blowing off my desk when the window gets opened. That’s the kind of prophetic assistance I can use.

David Feela, an award-winning poet, essayist, and author, writes from Montezuma County, Colo. See his works at http://feelasophy.weebly.com/

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There are still things to be grateful for

The world is a bleak place these days, but not everything is bad. It doesn’t hurt to look to the positive once in a while. So we at the Four Corners Free Press would like to make note of some things for which we are thankful:

  • The number of cases of coronavirus in Montezuma County remains relatively low. At press time there were 70 confirmed cases, just 10 of those active. There will be more, particularly as the results come in from the latest round of free testing offered by the health department. But so far we have done fairly well. It helps that many people are wearing masks while out in public.
  • The Ute Mountain Ute Tribe has recorded very few confirmed cases of the virus – 15 as of the last update we heard about. This is exceptionally encouraging. The Utes have been vigilant and proactive about taking measures to keep the coronavirus away. Their leaders wear masks and set good examples. They encouraged testing and more than half the tribal members responded.
  • The Cortez City Council has been well served by the five members to whom it recently said goodbye. This was a solid group with a diversity of viewpoints. They had to deal with some tough and contentious issues. Mayor Karen Sheek did an excellent job, making herself accessible, sharing her views via newspaper columns, and leading meetings with patience and courtesy. When the council was faced with an onslaught of criticism regarding a proposed new land-use code, councilors listened for hours to the critics, who were sometimes quite rude. The board responded by rejecting the proposed code. This is in contrast to the county commissioners, who never seem to listen to anyone who speaks in opposition to their views. We hope the new council members will be equally thoughtful and responsive.
  • Some folks who have been planning a gathering in Cortez’s Centennial Park on the Fourth of July have apparently abandoned their original idea of bringing their own fireworks to protest the city’s decision not to shoot off any this year. The latest social-media posters for the event say that there won’t be fireworks out of concern for emergency responders. Considering the fire danger around the area, this is a wise decision.
  • We are fortunate to have a good hospital with a fine staff in Cortez. The live sessions that Southwest Health System was offering regarding the pandemic were helpful and well-received.
  • The gatherings that have been held locally in support of the Black Lives Matter movement have gone off without any serious disturbances. At the most recent event on June 27, a protest in Cortez organized by young people, it was silly and puerile that a local man felt compelled to show up with a firearm when every local demonstration has been low-key and peaceful, without vandalism, but there were no problems because of this. There was some motorrevving by a vehicle bearing a Trump banner, and there were similar displays at other, earlier vigils in Montezuma and La Plata counties, but no one came to blows. That’s a huge relief.
  • We in the Four Corners live in a lovely area where we can escape into the outdoors and get away from people. We hope that will always be true and that tourism stays at a manageable level rather than running amok as in Utah, where national parks and public lands are overcrowded.

We are truly blessed to be here. Let’s celebrate the good things.

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Summer camp: Boggy Draw has become a haven for those seeking recreation and escape. Is it growing too popular?

BOGGY DRAW CAMPING

RVs are frequently seen in the Boggy Draw area north of Dolores, as more people head to the woods. Photo by Janneli F. Miller

The Four Corners area remains a popular destination for out-of-state travelers, even as COVID-19 continues to infect more and more people. At the end of June the daily number of new cases was on the rise in 29 states, many in the West, particularly Arizona.

Some states, most recently New York and New Jersey, were implementing new regulations requiring visitors from states with high levels of the virus to quarantine.

New COVID-19 cases in Colorado had been decreasing until the last week of June, when the numbers began to rise again.

In Montezuma County, cases were increasing more than they did during the entire pandemic, at a rate of 1 or 2 new cases every day or two. At press time, there were 72 cases reported, 12 of them active, according to the county health department’s website.

Could the increase in local cases be due to visitors? The San Juan Basin Public Health Department reported on June 19 that in the previous three weeks, six people visiting Southwest Colorado from Arizona, New Mexico and the Front Range had tested positive for the virus. Yet these cases are not attributed to local counties – the case data is added to the place of residence of those testing positive. Thus, while local numbers remain low, there may be more cases circulating among those visiting the region.

The virus doesn’t seem to have put a damper on the numbers of people coming into the local area. Instead, it could be adding to visitation. Colorado’s great outdoors is generally the perfect place to maintain physical distancing. However, public lands are getting busier and it might be difficult to stay away from others.

Locals have noticed an increase in people using public lands. One resident of Dolores who went up to Boggy Draw north of Dolores over Mother’s Day weekend in mid- May told the Four Corners Free Press, “There were a thousand or more people up there, if I had to guess. Each camp had six or seven vehicles. Schoolhouse Tank [a pond in the Boggy Draw area] was completely surrounded.”

Tom Rice, recreational staff officer for the Dolores Ranger District, said he has seen an increase in visitors.

“Everything is busier,” he said. “Our numbers have increased dramatically on Forest Service lands this year. It’s not just Boggy Draw, it’s the lake [McPhee], and the dispersed areas also. We have over twice as much use of the reservoir this year compared to last. Even the wilderness areas are busy.”

The national forest allows for “dispersed camping,” meaning it is acceptable to camp outside of campgrounds on public lands for up to two weeks in one place. Camps have to be located 300 feet from a road.

Dispersed camping was discouraged by the Rocky Mountain Regional Division of the Forest Service in early April, but the message apparently did not reach the public visiting Southwest Colorado. With campgrounds in the San Juan National Forest closed through May 28, dispersed camping increased. Yet even when campgrounds reopened and filled up, people were still utilizing dispersed camping spots.

Susan Lisak, director of the Dolores Chamber of Commerce, told the Free Press she has seen an uptick in the number of visitors. “At first – in April and May – people coming into the Dolores Visitor Center wanted to know about bike trails and dispersed camping opportunities, and now it’s the RVers,” she explained.

No longer staying home

Outdoor recreation is considered healthy and safe in these pandemic times, and many people are taking advantage of their time off work or work-at-home situations to explore Southwest Colorado. Outdoor recreation can decrease stress, boost immunity and help maintain health.

Rice said it’s hard to tell if the increase is primarily because of the virus, but it makes sense that that is a factor. “This is Colorado, and people want to get out after they have been cooped up. They’re ready to get out when the gates are open,” he said.

“The closure of San Juan County, Colorado, and San Juan County, Utah, along with an early snowmelt in the high country focused a lot of use into Southwest Colorado,” Rice explained. (Those counties for a time were not allowing outsiders in for recreation.)

Lisak said that at first, visitors were from areas within a four-hour drive, such as Grand Junction. “Now I’d say in the last few weeks we are seeing more people from Denver, Albuquerque and other parts of Arizona. We’re starting to see a little bit more of travel from outside of the area.”

Rice corroborated this. “We have more campers, more side-by-sides, and more visitors from adjacent states – Utah, New Mexico and Arizona.”

It just so happens that these “other areas” are places where cases of COVID-19 are on the rise.

Utah cases have been sharply increasing, with San Juan County having one of the highest rates in the state.

Colorado implemented a stay-at-home order March 26, shifting on April 26 to “safer at home,” and to “protect your neighbors” on July 1.

Utah’s “Stay at home, stay safe” order began on March 26, and currently the state has implemented a countyby- county color-coded risk level. San Juan County is in the low-risk, “yellow” zone, even though it has one of the highest case rates in the state.

Arizona has been making national headlines due to its skyrocketing rise in coronavirus cases after stay-at-home orders were lifted on May 15. The Navajo Nation saw an early surge in coronavirus cases, and implemented stricter measures than the rest of the state, yet Navajo and Apache counties, closest to Colorado, have recorded more deaths due to COVID-19 than anywhere else in the state.

In New Mexico, the stay-at-home order was lifted on May 31, and COVID-19 cases are rising.

Colorado has not mandated quarantines for visitors, although the state recommends that anyone from out of state who shows symptoms of the virus should self-isolate, stay inside their lodging, and seek medical advice by calling before venturing out. Other recommendations are to avoid public areas or public transportation (including taxis) and stay away from others.

RVs are a popular option for travel during the pandemic, since they allow people to “isolate” within their RV instead of occupying hotels. Lisak said she conducted a survey of local RV parks, saying that “every single one said it’s the best May they’ve ever had. The fellow who manages The Views told me he’s got people who are working from the campground. Either they got laid off or are doing it remotely. They spend some time working from their camper and then the rest of the time they are outdoors recreating.”

Rice agreed that he’s seeing more RVs in the Boggy Draw area, and said the Forest Service has tried to accommodate the increase in visitation. “We have increased camping all along the main Boggy Draw road within half a mile of the trailhead. We’ve added spur roads to try to centralize the impacts so they’re not all over the forest.” He said this helps keep people from making their own “two-tracks” out into the forest. “When we start to see small two-tracks going into sites, it does change the character of the forest.”

Another possible reason for more visitors at Boggy Draw is the fact the Southwest Colorado Cycling Association (SWCCA) has built more biking trails.

“Between the existing and expansion of trails both on BLM and Forest Service system trails, our area is getting more popular,” Rice said. “Our trails are very nice – they are family-friendly and also cater to people looking for longer, more challenging rides. By building more trail, we are billing ourselves as a destination spot.”

Phil Ayers, vice president of the SWCCA, agreed. He rides the Boggy Draw trails often, and noted that “a lot more people are camping this year, including in places where they didn’t used to camp before. I’d be riding along and see a camp and think, ‘I didn’t they know they could get in there’.”

In June 2012, Outside magazine published an article by Telluride writer Emily Shoff that called Boggy Draw the “Ultimate Mountain Biking Base Camp for the Whole Family,” and a “biking mecca.”

Ayers told the Free Press he’d heard that Boggy Draw was featured in Outside, but it’s hard to say if the eight-year-old piece still holds sway.

Ayers mentioned that Boggy Draw is one of the first places to dry out in the spring after Phil’s World east of Cortez and that “there’s usually a surge of people from Telluride in the spring – Durango and Telluride riders come over to ride.”

He said that this year, however, “there’s definitely more people than I’ve ever seen. The trailhead is crowded.”

Lisak was up at Boggy Draw the third weekend in June. “I noticed that there are a lot of people camping up there and Boggy Draw was packed with bikers – there were maybe 30 people in the parking lot waiting to go. The most I’ve seen there.”

A Dolores resident told the Free Press that he knew people who are now going out to McPhee and County Road X to ride the trails at Sage Hen because Boggy Draw was full. They were looking for places to ride where they could social-distance, which was becoming difficult at Boggy.

Rice agreed that the Boggy Draw parking lot is full. “Our parking lot is built to accommodate an average flow,” he said. “Holiday weekends are traditionally busy – people need to expect that. Any holiday weekend you can expect crowds, that’s just the territory. Especially since our numbers have increased dramatically on Forest Service lands this year.”

In addition to a crowded parking lot and more camping, Ayers said he has noticed the impact on trails – they are currently more dusty and eroded in some uphill areas.

Rice concurred. “Certainly there are concerns about the amount of users on the trails. We’ve had to spend a lot of time on trail maintenance to open up the view corridors so they have a safe experience.”

Since Boggy Draw is a multiple-use area and trails are not one-way, hikers, mountain bikers, motorcycles and OHVs share the same trails and can meet head on.

“Mountain bikers are the predominant users of the trails,” Rice said. “But we have motorized trails in that Boggy system as well, and they are growing in popularity for both motorcyclists and OHVs.”

Dolores resident Mark Lange, who frequents the Boggy Draw trail system, said he was concerned about the numbers of people who are digging “cat holes” for their waste.

The Forest Service put up a Porta-Potty at the trailhead, and Rice told the Free Press, “The type of campers we get are usually self-contained and do a pretty good job of minimizing their impacts. The RVs have their contained toilet facilities, and river groovers – river toilets – are set up by many campers.”

But he acknowledged that “there is certainly an increase in human waste. We always worry about human waste – that’s one of the reasons why we brought in bathrooms.”

He said the district has discussed bringing in even more bathrooms, explaining that it is more cost-effective to set up a Porta-Potty from a local company than to build one. “We are aware of the issues with human waste and are monitoring it. If it appears to be a problem we will probably install more bathrooms.”

Another concern is fire. There is currently a fire ban in place for all public lands. Large yellow and orange signs are posted along Forest Service roads and at the Boggy Draw trailhead with information about fire danger and the ban. Rangers have installed red flagging on fire pits in dispersed campgrounds to alert people to the fact that fires are prohibited.

Yet Ayers said he has noticed people making fires at some dispersed camp spots at Boggy Draw.

Rice said Forest Service staff are monitoring the area seven days a week. They have increased personnel, including fire program staff, recreation staff, law enforcement and fire personnel.

“Yesterday [June 25] we ticketed people on top of Stoner Mesa for a fire. We patrol through dispersed recreation places, and will have people on the ground over the weekends,” he explained.

The Boggy Draw area has been “discovered.” Whether it is due to COVID-19, SWCCA’s excellent job of developing biking trails, increased popularity of OHVs, or an eight-year-old Outside magazine article, we may never know. What is important is to be respectful of all users as well as the land and the plants and animals that inhabit it, especially during these times of severe drought and high use.

“We all have different impacts on different resources – recreators have impacts as do oil and gas, or roads,” Rice said.

When asked what advice he would give to the public, Rice didn’t hesitate.

“Tread lightly. Tread lightly.”

Published in July 2020 Tagged

Three Colorado cozies offer welcome escapes

Three just-released cozy mysteries by top notch Colorado authors offer a trio of exceptional reading escapes to those who like their diversions tinged with murder.

Denver author Cynthia’s Kuhn’s fifth Lila Maclean Academic Mystery, The Study of Secrets, finds effervescent English professor Lila on sabbatical in the intrigue-filled Colorado college town of Larkston, which bears numerous similarities to Durango. The story takes off when literary agent Gillian Shane is found strangled in the elegant lakeside mansion of Bibi Callahan, Lila’s wealthy patron. Gillian was a member of the Larks, a group of lifelong frenemies from Larkston whose intertwined backgrounds, and those of their husbands, makes each a prime suspect in the strangulation- by-fetching-scarf of their fellow Lark.

Kuhn won the vaunted Agatha Award for The Semester of Our Discontent, the first installment in the Lila Maclean series. Five years later, The Study of Secrets finds Kuhn in full command of her cozy genre, which eschews violence and brutality for murderous doings of more genteel nature. In Kuhn’s assured hands, Lila is a spunky, inquisitive, and relentless heroine who is more than happy to risk her life to solve a murder, or two or three, when the authorities aren’t up to the task. The result, with The Study of Secrets, is a satisfying midwinter’s tale set high in the frigid Colorado Rockies, perfect for a hot summer of sheltering in place.

Kate Lansing has written a tasty Colorado- based cozy with her debut Colorado Wine Mystery, Killer Chardonnay, set in Lansing’s hometown of Boulder. In the tony enclave outside of Denver, heroine Parker Valentine has poured herself into the creation of Vino Valentine, her dream winery, only to have food and wine blogger Gaskel Brown keel over in the guest bathroom during the winery’s grand opening. Gaskel was notorious for his ruthless reviews of local eateries and drinkeries, making his murder by poisoning plausible, if not laudable, by any number of aggrieved suspects.

Then again, Gaskel died after sipping Parker’s signature Chautauqua Chardonnay. Rather than murder, was Parker’s rookie winemaking attempt, possibly resulting in a cask of contaminated intoxicant, to blame? With her dream livelihood on the line, Parker must clear her name by putting a cork in the real killer’s getaway plans.

Colorado Springs author Nora Page’s third Bookmobile Mystery, Read or Alive, is yet another cozy gem, this one set in seemingly bucolic Catalpa Springs, Georgia, the hometown of the series’ spry, 70-something heroine, Cleo Watkins. In the midst of the Georgia Antiquarian Book Society’s annual fair, deceitful book dealer Hunter Fox is found with his throat slit behind the home of Henry Lafayette, Cleo’s beau and a book restorer of some renown.

The fair has brought to Catalpa Springs a wealth of suspects, many of whom, it transpires, harbor perfectly acceptable reasons to wish Hunter dead. But false evidence mounts against Henry instead, leading the local police to pursue the wrong plot line, and forcing the ever-intrepid Cleo to track down, and book, the real culprit.

All three of these fine, new Colorado cozies are available through Maria’s Bookshop, in-store or curbside in Durango, or online at mariasbookshop.com.

Scott Graham is the National Outdoor Book Award-winning author of the National Park Mystery Series for Torrey House Press. The sixth book in the series, Mesa Verde Victim, was released in ebook form May 15 and will be released in physical book form Aug. 25. Ordering information at scottfranklingraham.com.

Published in Prose and Cons

A power play: Changes to Tri-State will affect Empire Electric and its customers

TRI-STATE SUBSTATION AT CAHONE

Tri-State’s Cahone substation will soon be surrounded by thousands of photovoltaic panels
as part of the Dolores Canyon Solar Project. Photo by Carolyn Dunmire.

There’s a new power behind the light switch.

Tri-State Generation and Transmission Association, the electric power provider to Empire Electric Association (EEA), is undergoing fundamental changes to its membership, regulatory oversight, and power generation portfolio.

EEA will be directly affected by these changes through its long-term wholesale electric service contract, which requires Empire to purchase 95 percent of its energy from Tri-State through 2050. Since payments to Tri-State are the largest part of EEA’s and its members’ monthly bills, electricity bills could go up or down, depending on decisions made by the EEA board of directors on whether to continue with Tri- State as its primary energy provider or to invest locally in self-supply or transmission upgrades to reach other providers.

These are decisions that the Empire board has not considered since it signed with Tri-State in 2007.

Marianne Mate, an EEA member and Dolores resident who has been attending EEA board meetings for the past year, said by email, “I have several concerns about the upcoming changes at Tri-State. Local coops like EEA will have an opportunity soon to revise their existing, restrictive 40-year contracts to allow for more local development and purchase of cheaper renewable resources with the opportunity to lower our bills. While EEA does a great job of making sure the lights come on when we flip that switch with great staff, reliability and service; the issues and decisions EEA faces now are very complex and may require a shift from being neutral to a much more proactive approach.”

A family affair

Like EEA, Tri-State is a member-owned cooperative. It generates and transmits electric power to distribution cooperatives in four states (Colorado, New Mexico, Wyoming, Nebraska).

As an association of member-owned utility cooperatives, the Tri- State family, as it often refers to itself, enjoyed an exemption from federal regulatory oversight that would normally be required of a generation and transmission company operating across state lines. Instead, Tri- State operated under a mix of self-regulation through its board of directors and regulation by various state utility commissions when disputes arose between members and Tri- State.

All that changed when the Tri-State board amended its by-laws in April 2019 and welcomed three members that were not utility cooperatives into the association. This new membership arrangement obliged Tri-State to have its wholesale energy rates regulated by the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission (FERC). The FERC is an independent federal agency set up to oversee interstate commerce in the energy sector such as electric power transmission and sales, and natural gas and oil pipelines.

The EEA board of directors fully supported Tri-State’s move to federal oversight. In an email to the Free Press, Bill Mollenkopf, Empire’s representative on the Tri- State board, explained what FERC regulation means for EEA members. “Becoming FERC regulated eliminates the numerous longstanding difficulties that have been created by Tri-State being regulated by multiple State Regulatory Commissions, each with their own set of varying agendas. FERC regulation of Tri-State will eliminate EEA members being at risk resulting from politically driven, and frequently conflicting, decisions.”

Josh Dellinger, EEA’s general manager, added one more point in favor of FERC regulatory oversight in an email. “The Colorado Public Utility Commission (PUC) denied other Tri-State co-ops the ability to intervene in the LPEA/United case [details below], even though the outcome will directly affect us. If the issue were at FERC, we could submit filings and make our voice heard. As it is at the Colorado PUC, we cannot.”

After some administrative maneuvers, FERC accepted Tri-State’s application for wholesale rate and contract oversight in May 2020 and made it effective as of September 2019, when the first non-utility member joined the association.

Exiting Tri-State

As Tri-State was looking for new family members, several utility members were planning their exit. Kit Carson Electric Cooperative (KCEC) serving Taos, New Mexico was the first.

Citing a desire to generate more local, renewable power than the 5 percent allowed under its contract with Tri-State, KCEC paid an exit fee of $37 million and left in 2016. The exit fee is set to cover the debt and investment incurred by Tri-State to provide its electric service and keep remaining members “whole”.

Shortly after KCEC’s exit, Delta Montrose Electric Association (DMEA) had a dispute with Tri-State over purchasing power from a qualified facility that would have exceeded its own contract cap.

Bill Patterson, the chair of the board, explained DMEA’s position in an April 2020 press release: “DMEA is expected to eventually bring its local generation above 20 percent. DMEA was capped at 5 percent local generation under its previous power supply agreement [with Tri-State]. These community projects will result in cost-effective renewable energy being built and used right here in our own service territory.”

In the end, Tri-State and DMEA could not come to an agreement on the contract cap or even how to terminate the contract and its associated exit fee. While DMEA conceded that it must cover the debt and investment incurred by the association to meets its contract requirements, Tri-State viewed the exit fee as the amount of money to keep the remaining members “whole” for the 40 years remaining in the DMEA’s service contract. Since the contract did not include a termination clause, the exit process and associated fees were up for negotiation.

Colorado PUC enters in

In February 2019, DMEA appealed to the state for relief in negotiating a reasonable exit fee with Tri-State, and the Colorado PUC stepped in to assert its regulatory oversight of Tri-State. After initial hearings before the Colorado PUC and tit-for-tat lawsuits in Adams County District Court, DMEA and Tri-State came to a settlement five months later. The exit fee paid by DMEA amounted to $88 million in cash and capital credits, about one-quarter the initial exit fee estimate proposed by Tri- State.

With a second utility-member exit on the horizon and wholesale energy prices reaching new lows, two more utility members, La Plata Electric Association (LPEA), serving Durango, and United Power (United), serving central Colorado outside of Denver, began exploring power purchase options of their own.

LPEA and United together comprise about one-quarter of Tri- State’s annual electric power requirement and United is Tri-State’s largest and fastest growing member. Their exit held potentially much larger revenue losses for Tri-State than KCEC or DMEA combined.

After months of unfruitful communications with Tri-State, LPEA and United filed a request with the Colorado PUC in November 2019 to exercise its regulatory authority once again over Tri-State and compel the association to provide them with a just exit charge.

In the filing, LPEA and United requested that they be treated in the same manner as KCEC and DMEA.

Tri-State’s CEO Duane Highley explained why that was not possible in a press release dated May 29: “United Power’s and LPEA’s claims of discrimination are unfounded. Their arguments are apples to oranges comparison, as previous withdrawal agreements were settled in the context of negotiations, based on a variety of factors, including shorter contracts, projections from different time periods, and the factors unique to the timing of the withdrawals.”

The Colorado PUC agreed to hear the case and assigned an administrative law judge to manage the proceedings.

After listening to hours of testimony on May 18-20, 2020, this reporter found that the case hinges on the difference between paying an exit fee based on a negotiated settlement or a fee based on Tri-State’s “make-whole” standard – a difference that could amount to hundreds of millions of dollars.

For example, LPEA explains the benefits of pursuing this lawsuit, despite its legal costs, on its website. “The only way to limit more [LPEA] rate increases are to explore options for cheaper energy, which makes up the majority of LPEA’s expenditures. Between 2000-2016, Tri-State raised its rates 12 times, doubling the price LPEA was paying for power over that period. What’s even more concerning is that Tri-State estimates its rates will increase an additional 50 percent by 2050, even as energy rates are trending downwards.” ( https://www.lpea.com/ lpea-vs-tri-state-fight-local-control)

‘Part of a conspiracy’

Using similar tactics as DMEA, United went a step further on May 4, and filed a lawsuit in Adams County District Court alleging that Tri-State “recruited three nonutility entities as part of a conspiracy to defraud United Power and try to hold it (and possibly other cooperative members) captive in expensive and restrictive power contracts. Court documents outline how the years-long scheme intentionally misled members and ultimately caused financial harm to United Power and the almost 95,000 meters it serves. Named along with Tri-State in the lawsuit are three non-utility entities – MIECO, Inc., Olson’s Greenhouses of Colorado, LLC, and Ellgen Ranch Company – whom Tri-State convinced to orchestrate the scheme designed to prevent the Colorado PUC from deciding a fair exit charge for United Power.” (https://www. unitedpower.com/lawsuit-alleges-tri-stategt- conspired-mislead-cooperatives)

In its defense against United’s allegations, Tri-State filed a statement and countersuit on June 19 that said, “Tri-State today answered United Power’s meritless complaint in district court and filed a counterclaim seeking relief from United Power’s breach of its contract with Tri-State and its members. United Power’s complaint in district court is a further attempt to shift more than $1 billion in costs to Tri-State’s other members and their customers. Today’s filing by Tri-State was a necessary step to clarify that United Power must honor its contract with its fellow members and avoid this shift in costs.” (https:// www.tristategt.org/tri-state-files-answer-united-power-complaint-makes-breach-contract- counterclaim-protect-other).

While LPEA and United were drafting filings for their case before the Colorado PUC, the Tri-State board of directors was putting the finishing touches on a contract termination process and filing it with FERC. The termination process was approved by Tri-State’s board at its April 2020 meeting and accepted by the FERC at the end of May.

According to Tri-State’s Highley, “FERC’s acceptance of Tri-State’s contract termination payment filing is a decidedly positive outcome and an important step forward for Tri-State’s members, each of which now has a voice and will be treated equally on wholesale contract and rate matters.”

Presumably, this process will eliminate, or hopefully reduce, future contract termination disputes and exit fee negotiations, if for instance, EEA chose to terminate or change its current contract with Tri-State

Punitive and costly?

At the time of publication, the Colorado PUC had not ruled on the LPEA/United case; however, the consequences of this case and its repercussions on other Tri-State members are becoming clearer.

Mollenkopf explained, “If the Colorado PUC’s decision is rendered fairly, then there should NO effect on EEA members. A truly fair Exit fee should create neither winners nor losers. If the decision that comes down from the Colorado PUC is unfairly favorable to those exiting, then our EEA members (as will all of the remaining member systems of Tri-State) will suffer the burden of paying for the obligations that the exiting systems will be escaping even though they were contractually bound to share in those expenses.”

But concerns remain regarding Tri-State’s process and its future effects on Empire. Marianne Mate emailed: “Tri-State’s board of directors has, in my opinion, created language that allows Tri-State to place such punitive and costly restrictions on co-ops that revising the contracts and potentially allowing EEA to lower members’ bills becomes too financially prohibitive for local co-ops.”

A responsible plan

Since 2018, when the Rocky Mountain Institute (RMI), an energy-industry think tank in Snowmass, Colo., published a report finding that Tri-State could save $600 million by replacing legacy coal-fired power with wind and solar generation, Tri-State has faced pressure to provide more power from renewable sources. In addition, Colorado and New Mexico passed climate-change legislation in 2019 mandating carbon emissions reductions of up to 70 percent from utility generation by 2030.

However, the most compelling rationale for replacing coal power with renewables was when Tri-State received surprisingly low bid prices for solar and wind power projects in response to its 2019 solicitation for renewable generation.

Tri-State responded to these legislative and market forces by developing a Responsible Energy Plan (https://tristate.coop/responsible-energy-plan).

Tri-State’s process for developing the plan included a collaboration with an advisory group facilitated by the Center for a New Energy Economy (CNEE). The group, hand-picked by CNEE and Tri- State, included “representatives from across the states Tri-State serves from academic, agricultural, cooperative, electric industry, environmental, rural, and state and local government groups,” according to the plan’s website.

The resulting plan calls for “the retirement of the 253 megawatt Escalante Station in New Mexico by the end of 2020 and all three units of the 1,285 MW Craig Station in Colorado by 2030. On the renewables side, Tri-State plans to bring more than 1,000 MW of new wind and solar online by 2024, with eight projects in the works across Colorado and New Mexico.”

One of these eight, the Dolores Canyon Solar Project, will be in EEA’s service territory on leased private land surrounding Tri-State’s Cahone substation in Dolores County. The 110 MW project is scheduled to begin generating solar power by 2024. In addition, Tri-State initiated its coal-plant retirements by closing the Nucla Generating Station in 2019.

The REP will also implement the board’s decision regarding partial requirements contracts and additional self-supply for Tri- State’s utility members. Specific details on the terms of a partial requirements contract have not been released, except for what is included in Tri-State’s press release of April 9, ”Under the new contract, utility members can self-supply up to 50 percent of their load requirements,…in addition to the current 5 percent self-supply provisions and new community solar provisions.”

EEA’s Totten Lake Solar Project (see below) is an example of a utility self-supply project. This relatively small project will keep EEA below its current full-requirements contract cap of 5 percent. But with the lid blown off the contract cap, new or expanded solar projects are now possible.

Positive reaction

The response to the Responsible Energy Plan has been generally positive. RMI, which initially challenged Tri-State to replace coal-fired generation with cheaper renewables, lauded Tri-State for “choosing the low carbon path.”

But one REP advisory group member, Howard Geller, executive director of the Southwest Energy Efficiency Project, finds the REP lacking. In an email, Geller said, “I urged Tri-State to ramp up its energy efficiency and demand response programs in partnership with its member co-ops, as part of the Responsible Energy Plan. For the most part, Tri-State declined to do this. This is a significant deficiency in the plan, in my view.”

The potential effects of the REP on EEA members were summarized by Mollenkopf as follows: “EEA members will continue to expect and, receive: 1) excellent continuing electric reliability; 2) stable rates (possibly even some rate decreases) for many years to come; 3) continued responsibility, including environmental, to the area that we all enjoy living in.”

But the Empire board still has work to do as more details on self-supply and contract options in the REP are revealed.

Mate highlighted some potential action items. “I think the EEA board must direct staff to evaluate the cost/benefit of investing in battery storage, local investment and development of renewable energy as well as the cost/benefit of renegotiating the long term contract with Tri-State.”

Whatever the future holds, EEA will have a decidedly different energy supplier with a new contracting and regulatory regime overseen by FERC, different members on the Tri-State board, and expanded energy supply options.


Totten Lake solar project hearing set for July 9

EEA is proposing to develop the Totten Lake Solar Project on land it owns near Montezuma County Road 29. Josh Dellinger, EEA’s general manager, said in an email, “The 2.2 MW project will produce enough energy to serve about 450 homes.”

The project is scheduled to be completed in fall 2020. The project will be owned and operated by OneEnergy Renewables and Empire will purchase the power from OneEnergy through a power purchase agreement. “OneEnergy is applying for a special use permit with Montezuma County Planning and Zoning to build a commercial solar project on land that is currently zoned agricultural/residential,” Dellinger said.

The Totten Lake Solar Project has raised some concern with neighbors related to viewshed and nesting bald eagles. Dellinger said OneEnergy “has been in very close communication with both U.S. Fish and Wildlife and Colorado Parks and Wildlife regarding the eagle nest and will abide by all their requirements.”

The public hearing before the Planning and Zoning Board is scheduled for Thursday, July 9, at 6 p.m. at 109 W. Main, Room 250, Cortez.


EEA election rescheduled

Empire Electric’s annual meeting and election, usually held
in mid-June, have been postponed until Oct. 8. This year, two
board seats are open – District 4 – Dolores (currently held by
Bill Mollenkopf) and District 7 — Cortez (currently held by
John Porter. More details on the annual meeting and election are
available at https://www.eea.coop/your-annual-meeting.

Published in July 2020

Coronavirus surges in Arizona, Utah

Cases of coronavirus are spiking in some states since restrictions on businesses and gatherings have been loosened. In the Four Corners, Arizona and Utah are showing numbers that cause concern, while New Mexico is seeing increases that are somewhat troubling. Colorado seems to have stabilized, however, and the Navajo Nation is flattening the curve, according to its president.

Montezuma County is up to 60 confirmed cases of COVID-19, the disease caused by the virus. As of May 25 it was at 36 cases, meaning it rose 67 percent in 2 ½ weeks. It is still not a huge number, however, and the number of active cases is only 10, according to the county’s health department. There are still two deaths attributed to the virus in the county.

The county offered free testing one day in June and saw a small jump in numbers after that.

The Ute Mountain Ute Tribe was at just nine confirmed cases at last report, even after an aggressive effort wound up testing at least half the tribe’s members.

Around the Western Slope, Montrose County was at 191 cases and 12 fatalities as of Friday, June 12, Gunnison at 181 and six, La Plata 84 and one,  San Miguel 23, Archuleta eight, and San Juan County a single case.

The state had 28,822 confirmed cases, up by 175 from the previous day. The number of deaths attributed to the virus was 1,348. The Denver Post reported that hospitalizations were at 167 statewide, down by one person from the previous day.

The Navajo Nation was at a total of 6,470 cases and 303 deaths. It is seeing “a steady flattening of the curve,” the Navajo Times quoted President Jonathan Nez as saying. The nation has stopped having weekend-long curfews.

However, the news was less encouraging in other places around the Four Corners.

The state of Arizona saw a record high in its number of new cases on Friday, with 1,654, according to the Arizona Republic. And hospitalizations for patients either confirmed or believed to have the virus have also shot up, hitting 1,336 on Thursday, the Republic said.

Eighty percent of Arizona’s hospital ICU beds are now occupied, according to various published reports.

The cause for the increase in Arizona is not believed to be simply more tests being done. NPR reported on Thursday that the percentage of positive results among Arizonans being tested has more than doubled.

The number of fatalities in the state hit 1,144 on Friday, up by 17 from the day before.

Utah is also seeing sharp increases in cases. On Friday, there were 325 new cases, reaching a total of 13,577, and eight more fatalities in the state.  The Salt Lake Tribune reported that it was the 16th day in a row that has seen a case increase of more than 200, while such increases had not occurred previously since the beginning of the pandemic except for a single day.

Utah’s deaths from the virus are up to 139, most of them among the elderly. However, on Tuesday a college student died at the age of 27, becoming the second youngest citizen in the state to die of the virus, the Tribune reported.

New Mexico has had some disturbing jumps over the past couple of weeks though nothing as significant as the climbing numbers in Utah and Arizona. As of Friday, New Mexico was at a total of 9,526 cases, up by 162 from Thursday, which was up by 121 from Wednesday. There were six new reported fatalities as of Friday, raising the total to 426.

Statistics show that New Mexico was among 10 states that had an increase of more than 30 percent in confirmed cases during the first week in June. Utah and Arizona were also on that list.

The northwest corner of New Mexico continues to be a problem area. There were 2,870 cases in McKinley County, which has the most in the state, and 2,081 cases in San Juan County, which has the second most. San Juan County has seen 143 deaths, while McKinley County has had 139.

Many people had believed, or at least hoped, that summer weather would mean COVID-19 would essentially vanish, just as the seasonal flu tends to do. However, that has not happened. Though experts say the virus is not likely to survive long in the sunlight, it can still be spread from person to person through droplets emitted when people talk, shout, sing, cough or sneeze.

The virus is said to be two to three times as contagious as the flu. Social distancing, the wearing of masks, and diligent hand-washing remain the only real ways of avoiding it, beyond staying in complete isolation.

The resurgence in coronavirus cases puts governors and other leaders in a difficult position as they try to revive local economies. People were eager to get outside and try to resume normal lives and were hopeful that summer might see a rebound in economic activity and job availability. But the main rebound so far has been in the disease. Although the vast majority of people who contract it will survive, and some will have very mild cases, other survivors have described it as “ten times worse than the flu” and have suffered lasting organ damage.

A week ago, a young woman in Chicago was given a double lung transplant after her own lungs were destroyed by the virus, doctors announced.

Published in June 2020

The Summer of Love

It’s hard to reach out and share food in these uncertain times. On the one hand, it is obvious that many people (particularly children) are need of a good meal. On the other hand, I do not want to share the coronavirus along with my signature spaghetti and meatballs. What’s a caring cook to do? I like the model set by the hippies during the summer of love: share freely with flowers in your hair (or in this case, a mask on your face).

We are all living like hippies now. If the grown-out hair, bread-baking frenzy, and bean-eating aroma hasn’t clued you in, the fact that marijuana stores were deemed essential in Colorado should dispel any doubts. While we don’t need to adopt all of the hippie fads and habits, we can consider some of them like the “back to the land” ethic. In our rural community, it’s hard to get much closer to the land than we already are with our day-to-day routines around gardens, animals, and outdoor recreation. But we can embrace our place a little more lovingly. Instead of grouching about the wind and how we are going to struggle through another drought, perhaps we could adopt the Hopi custom of singing to our corn. A rain dance couldn’t hurt either. Instead of mindlessly grinding through the list of chores, look up once in a while and smell the roses, listen to a birdsong, or welcome a passing cloud. The idea here is to connect more deeply with our place and the peace that nature brings to a crazy world.

Home crafting is another hippie custom that we are seeing on everybody’s face these days as our long hair drapes around a homemade fabric face mask. Whether lovingly sewn or carefully folded, we all need to be grateful that we are wearing face masks. Even though it is itchy, fogs up eyeglasses, and adds another element of absurdity to moving through public places during a pandemic, our homemade face mask outwardly displays the hope we feel for a future in a healthy and thriving community. It is an outward sign of the respect we hold for each other. I cannot think of a better way to show your love for your local community than to wear a face mask.

But I want to share food too. Here are a few tips that I have picked up in my endless hours on the virus- infected internet.

  • Intense heat kills the virus – so encourage your grill-master to serve food right off the grill. It might be a bit warm to go from grill to waiting mouth, but a clean paper plate is fine.
  • Follow immaculate kitchen etiquette and keep your hands to yourself. No licking fingers, tasting spoons, or other utensils that could connect you (and your germs) to the food. Use clean pots, pans, serving dishes and utensils. Everybody gets and uses one set of utensils. Coughing or sneezing near the buffet (even with a sneeze guard) is verboten.
  • Share food that was preserved last year. I just found a stash of apple sauce that is tasty and easy to share. Let the recipient clean the container and open and eat it at home.
  • Share food right out of the garden or off the tree. Didn’t hippies invent urban gleaning? The summer of love will definitely follow the “U-Pick model”. As a picker, remember to follow good U-Pick etiquette: 1) ask first and have the owner show you where and how to pick the offered veggies or fruit. 2) Return the favor by asking if you can do something in return such as weed a row, repair a fence, or wash a window.

Speaking of U-Pick, a sure sign that the world hasn’t come to a bitter end is the opening of local farmers’ markets. Durango’s farmers’ market opened in mid-May and is running from 8 a.m. to noon on Saturdays. The Cortez Farmers’ market opens on Saturday, June 6, at 7:30 a.m. I have often said that the best thing about a farmers’ market is the shopping experience. What could be better than shopping outdoors surrounded by fresh food and friendly faces? I never expected that it would be COVID-compliant as well. So, don’t be afraid to dive into this summer of love (or McPhee Reservoir since the outdoor pool will stay shuttered this year). Even though we might meet behind face masks, we can still share good food and sing together while we weave flowers in our (longer) hair.

Carolyn Dunmire writes from Cahone, Colo. She recently took first place in the arts & entertainment/ food criticism category (for the third year) in the four-state Top of the Rockies Society of Professional Journalists competition for work done in 2019.

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Socially distant trees

HAYCAMP MESA FOREST

A social-distancing and re-purposing project for timber on Haycamp Mesa in Montezuma County.

Trees are like people in a lot of ways, they may even look like some people. You have seen some, tall and straight like a pine tree, or short and squatty like a juniper or even tall and straight but spreading in the lower “hips” like a spruce tree, or even tall and skinny, like an aspen. Some trees bend with however the wind blows, while others stand firm and fast even in a gale.

There are other more closely related ways common to man and trees. For example, both have their beginning from a “seed” planted in just the right environment with nourishment to grow. Once sprouted, both need food, water, sunlight and room to grow. When both are small, not much space is needed, but as more “sprouts” come along things can get pretty competitive. If there is not enough food, water, and space for all, then an unhealthy condition is created for all. Just like people, the bigger trees overshadow the smaller ones and suck up all the water, nutrients and sunlight, leaving the small ones weak and subject to viruses, bacteria, and other bugs.

Here is where we part ways. When your house gets too crowded with now young adults, you can boot the kids out to go their own way with their dreams and jobs. Trees in the forest just let the little ones starve. So all those unhealthy trees that are packed in too close to each other, one of them gets sick with a virus, or bacteria, bug or parasite of some kind.

What do you think happens? You guessed it! The “sickness” gets passed around to all those that are too close, wiping their branches on each other.

Here is where man can come to the rescue with a good medical plan. Man can help with implementing a “social distancing” for a new tree employment opportunity. Using scientific spacing guidelines for the social distancing, many trees can be given new purposes and careers in construction, home heating, essential oils, furniture, medicine, music, sports, cosmetics, barbecuing and even sanitation (TP). And the list goes on.

The trees of the forest are subject to diseases and hardships beyond their control, just like man. The trees are continually subject to numerous viruses, bacteria, insects and parasites, in addition to changing weather conditions of drought, floods, and windstorms. The overcrowding of trees stresses them out and weakens them to where the insects and other diseases easily overcome them. Just like man, the key to their survival is to be healthy to overcome the attacks. The best way is to be given space to grow with adequate sunlight, nutrients, and water with minimal competition from others. Locking the forest up in an unhealthy crowded condition will not prevent the attack of diseases, but rather exacerbate it, making it worse.

Why is “social distancing” (i.e.) spacing so important for trees? The biggest reason is for water! As the tree grows, it sends out roots to find the water it needs. The taller and bigger it grows, the more water it needs.

The ponderosa pine up on Hay Camp Mesa, for example, may send out roots 2 to 3 times the width of the drip line of the branches searching for water. So if trees are so close that their branches touch or nearly so, they are in direct competition for the same drop of water.

Unless it is a real wet year, both trees will be in a weak and stressed condition, which insects seem to detect and attack. In the weakened unhealthy condition, the little buggers are able to kill the tree. Health is the key to survival and water is a key to health, and adequate spacing to reduce competition is imperative.

Another disease prevention benefit of spacing in the ponderosa pine and other trees is disease prevention.

One of the many diseases that most people are not aware of is the parasitic dwarf mistletoe. There are several host-specific mistletoes and the one on the pine is not the one to catch your “chickie babe” under at Christmas time, that is a different species. The one on pine looks like a bunch of yellow greenish sticks growing on a limb of the tree and lives off of the nutrients and water that is taken up by the tree, slowly over time, starving the tree to death.

Spacing the trees is important because the mistletoe produces its own seed to further infect the host tree and surrounding trees. The “seed “ is in a little capsule that explodes, sending the sticky seed out at up to 60 mph and can reach distances up to 60 feet away to infect new trees. So logically, if the trees are too close to an infected tree, the odds are really good that the parasite disease will keep on spreading.

Over the past 40 years, we have allowed the viruses and other diseases to infect the forest, resulting in a dying forest. We are now waking up and have the opportunity to implement “social distancing” in our forest to improve its overall health for disease resistance and beauty.

We welcome the restored “new normal” of providing repurposing and employment of the over-population of trees into higher valued opportunities of service that is much better than making smoke. The “repurposing” even pays its own way.

Now to find more opportunities. Welcome to all the forest “social distancing” projects taking place, they are a win-win for ALL.

Dexter Gill is a retired forest manager who worked for private industry, three Western state forestry agencies, and the Navajo Nation forestry department. He writes from Lewis, Colo.

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Women of protest — the 100-year anniversary

SUFFRAGETTES WITH WAGON2020 is the centennial anniversary of the passage of the 19th Amendment, protecting women’s constitutional right to vote, and allowing women to exercise that legal right. Fact: The 19th Amendment never directly mentioned women. The text actually states, “The right of citizens of the United States or by any State on account of sex. Congress shall have the power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation.” This historic anniversary offers an opportunity to not only commemorate this milestone in democracy but to explore its relevance to issues of equal rights today.

Interestingly enough, the Constitution is a gender-neutral document. The word ‘male’ did not even appear in the Constitution until 1868 when the Fourteenth Amendment was ratified. Even before that amendment there was nothing in the original Constitution that directly barred women from voting.

We are familiar with the saying that it takes a village. In the fight for women to be able to exercise their right to vote, that certainly was the case. Some of us are familiar with people like Alice Paul, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Susan B. Anthony, Amelia Bloomer, Antoinette Brow Blackwell, Harriet Stanton Blatch, Carrie Chapman Catt, Charlotte Perkins Gilman, but there are so many more. It did take a village for women to gain the right to vote.

Many people do not really know or understand that struggle. In 1999 a survey was done by General Motors (they were going to fund the movie “Not for Ourselves Alone,” the story of Stanton and Anthony) asking the general public who Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony were. The results were shocking! Less than 1 percent of those surveyed could identify them as connected to women’s rights.

I have enjoyed digging around in the archives and finding women who also worked tirelessly for the right of women to vote. There are so many and most completely unknown. I was surprised to find that the fight to vote took place in 57 countries other than the United States.

Janet Ayer Fairbank is just one of those women. She was born on June 7, 1878, in Chicago, Ill. She attended private schools and graduated from the University of Chicago in 1900 and married Kellogg Fairbank soon after graduation.

She published her first novel in 1910 and continued to write extensively, publishing ten more novels by 1936. She wrote mostly of local characters, many of whom were very strong women. She managed to highlight history and politics as well as the daily trials and tribulations of life into her work.

In addition to her writing she also worked very hard for the cause of women’s suffrage. She was a Democrat and served on the Illinois Democratic National Committee. Fairbank was also a delegate to the Democratic National Convention in 1932, and was on the board of the Chicago Lying- in Hospital for 24 years.

Lucile Wolf Heming Koshland was another unknown American suffragist. She was born on June 6, 1898, in New York City. She attended private schools and graduated Phi Beta Kappa in 1919 from Barnard College with a degree in American history. She married Charles Heming who was a stockbroker, and was widowed in 1929.

She raised four children on her own and became very active in civic and community organizations. In 1939 she was the first female Grand Juror. She served on the National Commission for UNESCO (United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization), for two years and on the National Child Labor Committee for 20 years. She was the president of the New York State Chapter of the League of Women voters, and in later years a member of the League’s national board.

In 1947, following Carrie Chapman Catt’s death, a memorial fund was established in her honor to assist women in foreign countries the most effective use of their vote. Lucile was the first president and remained on the board through 1966. She was awarded the Commander’s Cross of the Order of Merit from the Federal Republic of Germany in recognition of the fund’s program of democratic education for German women.

Film recommendations:

Iron Jawed Angels, Women Leading the Way and Not for Ourselves Alone are all well done and highly recommended films if you want a closer look at suffrage.

Margaret “Midge” Kirk is a slightly eccentric artist, writer, bibliophile, feminist scholar and hobby historian who lives in the SW corner of Colorado. She can be reached at eurydice4@yahoo.com or visit her website www.herstory-online.com.

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Rabbit support

I have been gardening now for two days, and already I wonder how humankind ever survived rabbits.

Oh, I have dabbled in gardening before. At various rentals, I planted pumpkins in pots and radishes in the landlord’s raised box, and I grew nothing much besides an eternal frustration for chipmunks (and solid aim with small rocks).

This time, gardening is different. I’m starting sprouts in egg cartons indoors, and I bought an actual hose, and I catch myself daydreaming about different varieties and maturities of melons. I have no idea where this bug came from; it’s like a tomato worm. And also like tomato worms, I can’t bring myself to cut it in half with scissors no matter how much grief and heartbreak it brings me.

Take my planting medium. My garden does not have what gardeners, in their industry lingo, call “soil.” I would grow watercress in a sandbox at the park better than anything at all in my garden. This hindrance ought to have quashed the bug. But instead, it motivated me to try straw bale gardening.

The principle behind straw bale gardening is that it gets people like me, born and bred among concrete and asphalt but also in possession of a ball cap from a farm supply chain, to visit a local feed store and have any idea how to purchase straw.

Go big or go home, as gardeners probably say. So I went bold. “Yeah,” I said. “I need to buy some straw.”

The clerk parried: “How many?”

I adjusted my farm supply ball cap, like I imagine seasoned farmers do when assessing their plots in their minds. I eventually reeled in my casual far-away stare to say, “However many will fit.”

I backed my car up to the barn and learned that the answer to that puzzle was “Not enough.” But the next two trips, I could confidently order the correct lowsingle- digit quantity of bales without faking confidence. One of those trips, I bought a metal pail too, just because it felt like a real reason for a gardener to make a trip into town besides needing yet again to buy some small quantity of straw.

If I had actually known what real gardener reasons were, I would have asked for rabbit repellant.

The rabbits are no secret. They frequent my yard, by which I mean my dog’s yard. Being a Good Boy, when he sees a rabbit, he runs for his orange rubber toy and shakes it violently, no doubt informing the rabbit how violently it would be shaken if my dog wanted to catch it, which fortunately for the rabbit he clearly does not.

His pacifist ways were okay by me, because the added benefit of straw bale gardening is that their nearly two feet in height is insurmountable to most rabbits, hares, bunnies, jackrabbits, jackalopes, and other assorted creatures known by and large for jumping.

Plus, before actually planting anything, the straw bale gardener must “condition the bales by composting them in place with gratuitous amounts of water and blood meal.”

I thought blood meal was a euphemism, like most British food. I was wrong. These 50-pound sacks contained genuine, organic pig blood, leading me to wonder— between blood meal and manure—if vegetables are actually vegan-friendly.

But! The internet touts blood meal as a pest deterrent. So when I graduated from “garden-prepper” to “gardener” two days ago, I planted four entire marigolds in my straw bales, safe in my self-assurance that no rabbits would dare trespass upon my works.

Yesterday, when I watered my marigolds, one had disappeared. Today, the rest disappeared. I have zero marigolds. My pride, my investment, and my flowers— all gnawed beneath the stump.

How did humans ever develop agriculture in the first place? When the first gardeners planted the first starts from the first garden center, and they awoke the next morning to find prehistoric sabertoothed rabbits had chomped their efforts down to the richly amended soil, how did they find the will and the strength to buy more starts and begin all over again?

The answer, I’m almost certain, is that they invented the shotgun and the rabbit stew all in one go. I myself am highly tempted to purchase my first double-barrel and open a side business in fur caps. I would no doubt evolve an entire new persona— one that fits underneath that farm-supply ball cap, and knows instinctively how many straw bales will fit in the farm truck, and drives an actual farm truck in the first place.

But developing a New Me feels like a lot more effort even than taking up gardening. So perhaps I will persevere by planting my sprouts and hoping, if I have led a good clean life, that owls will murder all the rabbits to little pieces. If nothing else, I will learn from the heartache. I don’t know what I will learn, exactly. But I will learn it better than any store-bought lesson.

Zach Hively writes from Abiquiu, N.M. He can be read and reached through http://zachhively.com and on Twitter @zachhively.

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My home on the range

One of my most surprising activities during the pandemic has been, just like the rest of the world, reconnecting with high school classmates.

Zooming away.

When I reminisce about those formative years, although there are a few fond memories, my overriding emotional reaction to that time, those people, is to scream, cry, and run away.

Which I did. All the way to Mancos, Colorado — as far away from that world as I could get.

So why am I reconnecting?

Morbid curiosity.

Why did I leave so defiantly and permanently?

Kent Place School for Girls is a superior institution that provides an excellent, cultured education for young women who travel from near and far to receive lessons in Latin, Jane Austen, field hockey, and mean-girl politics.

Let’s just face it, girls are brutal.

I wasn’t cool. I always felt like an outsider.

I was continuously uncertain of my rank in the hierarchy. Neither at the top nor the bottom. I suffered from anxiety and insecurity. I developed an eating disorder. I smoked a lot of pot and skipped school more than I attended. I spent four years trying my damnedest to fit in but I was definitely the square peg in a sea of round holes.

Doesn’t that sound dirty?

I always believed that I was included at times for “entertainment value.”

So I left – right after I graduated from my liberal arts college with my (totally impractical) degree in art history. I moved west and never looked back.

“Goodbye. It’s all yours.”

I haven’t given those high school gals a second thought in 30-ish years.

Until the obligatory pandemic-prompted Zoom call.

I had to begin by asking, “What the F@#$ is Zoom?”

I sat on my deck, under the cobalt sky, in the hot mountain sun, watching the snow melt off the La Platas, scrutinizing these oh-so-familiar but not necessarily missed faces.

They were pasty and white; the faces of those whose existences don’t involve much outside time in the high-altitude sun.

We updated each other on our lives since 1983. Each person’s narrative was some version of, “I’ve been married for 20-something years. I run a company and make millions of dollars.

My children are over-achieving Ivy Leaguers. I still live in the same town in New Jersey, belong to the same country club, and send my kids to Kent Place.” My first reaction was, “Jesus, I am a f@#$-up.”

My next thought was, “What can I possibly say when it’s my turn so that I don’t sound like a total f@#$-up?”

I was the only one out of a screen full of women who was divorced. Statistically impossible but leave it to me to be the odd one out.

I was also the only one on the call who doesn’t still call New Jersey home. Someone on the call, who just left NJ to live on a Napa Valley vineyard-mansion-olympic swimming pool-estate said, “I don’t like it. It’s not New Jersey.”

All of those heads on the screen bobbed in agreement.

My reaction?

Oh thank god Montezuma County is NOT New Jersey.

My turn came and the words that tumbled out sounded something like, “grumble grumble, felon, grumble, abusive ex, mutter mutter, college dropout, foreclosure, slur, mumble…”

But instead of feeling inadequate, I felt like the lucky one.

As I looked at the sea of faces in front of me, my eyes (and ears) glazed over. Any affection that I felt, any interest piqued, was for my fellow fringe-dwellers; those folks who dabbled on the edges of the alpha-troupe of blond-haired, blue-eyed, lacrosse-stick-wielding over-achievers.

These gals remained steady in their awkwardness. I looked into those faces and thought, ah, these are the interesting people – the ones who I want to hear about.

So this misfit has been reaching out to those misfits and besides entertaining, it has been SO reaffirming.

After two hours on the phone with a well-educated (and happy) housewife, I looked around at my tiny little cabin with no heat, no interior walls, and no closets and thought, “I’d rather be divorced and free in this ramshackle shack than ‘comfortable and safe’ in a manicured mansion in the east coast suburbs.”

I ask a million questions of these old friends – sincerely curious, but secretly searching for affirmation as to why I avoided a NJ life.

I am never left wanting.

A couple of years ago, two of my friends from elementary school came to visit. I was so excited to show off my world; while I view my life as a huge success that I think others will envy, the east coast executives viewed it (me) as a huge failure.

I Zoomed with them yesterday. One asked, “Does your new place at least have heat?”

I thought, “I don’t actually know. I didn’t check.”

I said, “Probably? Whatever – it’s warm in the desert.”

Appalling.

The suburban housewife is coming to visit on her way through this summer with her entire family. She’s never been west, but they are driving cross-country to take their Ivy League graduate to CA to begin a new life.

I think, “Oh come here – your mind will be blown.”

I said, “You can have my house. I’ll stay at my boyfriend’s.”

She said, “You don’t have to stay elsewhere.”

I thought, “Yeah, honey, I do.” When I offer up my house, I’m really just giving the four of you three rooms and a line for the bathroom.

Watch out for scorpions.

The friend will be shocked and horrified when she witnesses my squalor (or what I refer to as ‘the simple life’).

And I will think, “This is soooo much better than NJ.”

I am not one of them. I do not envy their huge homes and manicured lawns and successful children.

I went boating with my kiddos yesterday and I would rather do that than meet them for gin and tonics at the Yacht Club.

I listen to my classmates, I imagine their lives, and I know that I am not one of them. Never have been, never will be.

I do not have a NJ mindset. I’ve lived in the Rural West for too long. I want raw, natural beauty. The ability to walk out my door and get lost in the slickrock is a much bigger priority than having that door lead into a well-decorated four-bedroom home with a swimming pool.

I pushed my children towards forming community and developing solid work ethics, being good neighbors and not expecting handouts, instead of pushing them into college.

Much to my mother’s chagrin.

I need to live by a different set of values. I need tenacious, practical, hard-working neighbors. I need wide-open spaces. For me, the vast landscapes of the West have saved me from the confinement of cubicles, country clubs, and entitlement.

I couldn’t breathe if I lived there.

Obviously I couldn’t live there or I wouldn’t be here.

Suzanne Strazza, an award-winning writer, lives in Mancos, Colo.

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Medhat’s second features Cortez (‘Milagro’)

LACANDON DREAMS BY KATAYOUN MEDHATFranz Kafka—the cop—is the “patron saint of lost causes.” He doesn’t have a good memory for faces (not handy when you’re an officer of the law). He was born in the month of “dreamers and idealists.” He can quote William Blake with ease. He grew up “semi-feral” in Wales with an overbearing twin sister. He has a thing for The Doors. Given his inclination to say or do the wrong thing, he’s often considering alternative careers, such as working as a budtender in a marijuana shop.

But now he investigates murders and other problems in the town of Milagro (a.k.a. Cortez) in the southwest corner of Colorado.

The fictional cop Franz Kafka did not choose his name. He goes by the initial K. “In K’s opinion, people who enthused about Franz Kafka’s work led lives that weren’t sufficiently Kafkaesque. His own reality emulated Kafka’s imaginings to an uncomfortable degree. K tended to regard Kafka as a realistic writer.”

K is the creation of writer Katayoun Medhat and he is back (after the debut, The Quality of Mercy) in Lacandon Dreams with a story that weaves in fracking, Big Energy, online bullying, school safety, environmental activism, and the power of understanding your dreams.

It’s K’s jaundiced, jaded worldview that makes the stories so page-by-page entertaining, once you dial in K’s particular point of view and realize you’re here for the witty insights, not nail-biting tension (though there are certainly moments).

K is a chilled-out cop. He’s an outsider’s outsider. K and Jeff Lebowski would get along great knocking back a couple of White Russians. (Though K might opt for a beer.) K is often bemused and interested in cultures and race and frequently probes these topics with Navajo cop Robbie Begay.

Medhat’s dialogue is excellent. In contrast with some crime fiction dialogue that is overly terse and unrealistically clipped, Medhat lets her characters converse. Full conversations bloom. Begay and K can go on like an old-fashioned buddy movie— but it’s never boring (and often involves food choices). The story moves, from the executive offices of a major energy company to a high school classroom, from a double-wide trailer to peculiar tree in the Goosewash Wilderness. Medhat’s descriptions take a warts-and-all approach. She sanitizes nothing. But she’s clearly in love with the town and high desert.

Readers familiar with Cortez and surroundings won’t have any trouble identifying the sights (and smells and sounds) of Cortez—from the used bookstore to Needle Rock. Some real spots are fictionalized— but obvious. Whenever K encounters a large institution and needs to get past a stodgy receptionist, it’s game on. Interplay with various palace guards (receptionists and secretaries) are a recurring motif played to hilarious effect (and riff off writer Franz Kafka’s ongoing theme about how bureaucracies deaden the human spirit).

Lacandon Dreams (the title references the Mayan jungle and its people) takes K on a journey that prompts him to frequently consider the nature of reality— and to pay more attention to the imagery from his dreams. K knows dreams are “backdoors to our conscious or something.” K learns from an old Lacandon woman that “dreams weave together stuff that we know, but that we don’t know we know.”

To figure out the case of the missing teenager—and the near-suicide—K learns to trust his own instincts—as much as he’s worried by what he might find.

K is a memorable character. How many cops do you know who might imagine waking up after a 500-year nap and immediately request “fifteen bottles of Bitter & Twisted IPA, a bong and The Door’s ‘Celebration of the Lizard’ on full blast? Or a sleeping pill.”

While it’s light on its feet and feels like a breezy read (though not at all a cozy) Lacandon Dreams is rich with ideas. Read Lacandon Dreams and you will soon want to follow K anywhere he goes.

Mark Stevens is the author of The Allison Coil Mystery Series. Book three in the series, Trapline, won the Colorado Book Award for Best Mystery. Mark also hosts the Rocky Mountain Writer podcast for Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers. He lives in Mancos, Colo.

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We need leaders

These are some of the things that true leaders – good leaders – do and don’t do.

  • They listen to the views of others. They don’t necessarily agree, but they genuinely listen and seek to understand how others think.
  • They represent all of the people in their area – not just their families and buddies, not just the people who think like them. (As the Bible says, “For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye? do not even the publicans the same?”)
  • They don’t use their office to gain financially or to benefit their own personal interests.
  • They are brave enough to openly admit it when they make a mistake, knowing that it’s a sign of maturity and honesty to do so.
  • They temper their anger instead of indulging it.
  • They think before they speak, rather than rambling about whatever stream of consciousness might enter their minds.
  • They praise others in public and criticize them in private rather than openly shouting at employees and people with whom they disagree. They don’t give people derogatory nicknames – that’s something that shouldn’t last beyond fourth grade.
  • They know that there are times when they will have to do and say things that are difficult for people to accept, and they recognize their words and actions won’t always be greeted with hurrahs from their cronies – but they try to do what is right and good for the long-term future of the people.
  • They think beyond themselves and their personal needs. They have empathy for others.

We had leaders like that many years ago – for example, Franklin Roosevelt and Winston Churchill. They’re no longer remembered for their political parties but for the steadfastness, fortitude and bravery they showed during a terrible time.

We have some very good leaders even now – those out working on the front lines to battle the coronavirus and get supplies to their people, kneeling in support of those seeking racial justice, trying to spread calm on roiling waters. And then there are the others, about whom we can only say, Thank heaven we didn’t have anyone like this in charge during World War II, or our side would have lost.

Let’s choose our leaders wisely in the future, whether at the local, state, or national levels.

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Cultural divide: Utes, county leaders wrestle with differences during talks about COVID-19

The Sleeping Ute Mountain to the south of Cortez dominates the landscape of Montezuma County. Relations between the Ute Mountain Utes, on whose reservation the mountain sits, and the county have always had their ups and downs. Now, the issue of how to handle the coronavirus pandemic has brought the leaders of the two entities together for discussions, but these talks have not always brought the parties to complete agreement.

The Sleeping Ute Mountain to the south of Cortez dominates the landscape of Montezuma County. Relations between the Ute Mountain Utes, on whose reservation the mountain sits, and the county have always had their ups and downs. Now, the issue of how to handle the coronavirus pandemic has brought the leaders of the two entities together for discussions, but these talks have not always brought the parties to complete agreement. Photo by Silverton House-Whitehorse.

In one sense, the coronavirus pandemic has brought the Ute Mountain Ute Tribe and Montezuma County closer together, by prompting more extensive discussions than usual between leaders. But the two entities continue to be divided over a number of issues, including how best to deal with the coronavirus.

Ute Mountain Ute Chairman Manuel Heart came to the county commission meeting in person on May 19 to read a lengthy letter about matters related to the pandemic, then engaged in a long talk with the board. Tribal council member Lyndreth Wall also came and spoke.

Then, on May 21, the commissioners called in to the tribal council’s meeting, trying but failing to win the tribe’s support for the county’s request for a variance from state restrictions on business operations.

As of press time, the county was continuing to pursue a variance, although the state has already allowed the reopening of restaurants, youth camps, ski areas, and some other operations the commissioners had been concerned about. The county wants permission for gyms and other gathering places to be opened as well.

Montezuma County no longer seems to need the tribe’s support for its latest variance request, but at the time of the May 21 meeting, the commissioners strongly wanted that support. The Colorado Department of Public Health and Environment on May 11 had denied the county’s first variance request and said the county would need the tribe’s support in order to reapply.

But commission Chair Larry Don Suckla did not help the county’s case with the Utes much, at least not at the start of the discussion with the tribal council.

Suckla was the first commissioner to call in to the meeting. He greeted the Utes with, “Ya-ta-hey.”

Heart politely pointed out that phrase is a Navajo greeting and that the Ute greeting is pronounced “mike.”

Rioting?

Other remarks regarding Native Americans that commissioners Suckla and Keenan Ertel have made at recent meetings have been seen as involving stereotypes and have prompted some criticism on social media.

During a May 13 Zoom meeting with representatives of the Colorado health department, Suckla said he’d received numerous phone calls from Ute Mountain tribal members complaining about being under restrictions because of the pandemic.

“Multiple Ute tribal members are contacting me,” Suckla said. “They feel like they’re in a prison. I feel like within a matter of days there might be rioting on the Ute reservation.”

So far there have been no reports of anything approaching rioting there.

At the same meeting, Ertel said it was wrong for the state to deny Montezuma County its exemption request based on concerns about the surge of cases that was then going on just to the south of the county, in San Juan and McKinley counties in New Mexico. At the time, Montezuma County had only 25 confirmed cases of COVID-19, the disease produced by the coronavirus. (The county had nearly doubled that with 46 cases as of May 30.)

Ertel said the county shouldn’t be penalized because of “travelers from areas outside our area,” apparently meaning Native Americans who come to Cortez.

“Those people have been coming to our community since back before COVID started,” he said, adding that they continued to come even after the virus arrived. “The native people from the Navajo Nation have been coming into our community continually… please tell me how now we are all of a sudden at a great risk to our public health system if we continue to let these people come to our community.”

Karin McGowan, deputy director of the CDPHE, said people really shouldn’t have been visiting from the nearby counties at that time.

“The gentleman that died due to alcohol poisoning was a Native American, okay?” Ertel said.

He was referring to the third death in the county related to COVID-19. The first two were among senior citizens, but the other was of a younger Ute Mountain Ute, who was found dead in Cortez’s City Park on May 4.

Toward the end of the May 13 meeting, Ertel said the county’s coronavirus cases were primarily among the transient, homeless population.

“It is unconstitutional and unconscionable for this state to hold our business community hostage… over the number of cases that we have in this county,” Ertel said, “and the population that it’s in in this county, which is the homeless alcoholic population that lives in our park system and in our sagebrush, and to hold our businesses hostage and drive them into absolute destitution.”

Ertel’s comments about a population that lives “in our park system and in our sagebrush” prompted some remarks on Facebook about how the sagebrush belonged to Native Americans long before it was claimed by European settlers.

At a commission meeting the next day, May 14, Commissioner Jim Candelaria made a similar remark about being held hostage

“We’re being held hostage for the sovereign nations, one within our own county and two to the south of us,” he said. “I don’t think that’s fair.”

‘A partnership’

When Heart came to the commission meeting on May 19, he addressed some of the commissioners’ remarks.

He noted that (at that time) only about 340 people had been tested in the non-native part of the county, less than 1 percent of its population, meaning that the true number of COVID-19 cases was unknown. He said the tribe, meanwhile, was launching a mass-testing effort.

Regarding people who are “hanging around at the City Park or other areas of Cortez,” Heart said the tribe was working with the sheriff ’s department and Southwest Health System to get the homeless tested, and was trying to get the Navajo Nation involved too.

“We need to do these things in a partnership,” he said.

As the largest employer in the county, the county in the fall after they are over the peak of their coronavirus cases.

“Maybe Navajos will be our saviours,” he said. “They will have already had it and we’re going to get it this fall.”

County Administrator Shak Powers, when reading the online comments during the May 14 meeting, said racist remarks were going back and forth on the screen, and condemned them.

“The Ute Mountain Ute nation is not our enemy,” he said, adding, “We do not condone anybody that would use this as an opportunity to escalate” racial conflicts.

But at the end of their meeting on May 26, when the commissioners were taking public comments both in person and online, they did not seize an opportunity to emphasize their positive view of the tribes.

One person, identified on screen as Robert Kardokus, had submitted an online comment asking Suckla and Ertel to apologize for what he called “recent racially insensitive remarks to Utes and Navajos.”

There was a dead silence in the commission room.

Finally, Candelaria said Powers could just read the comments aloud and no one had to respond.

But a little later, when Powers started to read a comment from a Ute tribal member, Silverton House-Whitehorse, Suckla interrupted. “Don’t read anything from him,” Suckla said. “He’s a racist.”

The only remark Whitehorse had made online during the meeting as a public comment was one in which he said he agreed with Kardokus. But that comment of his was not read aloud.

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Our heads in the clouds

Fans of the original Star Trek may recall an episode called “The Cloud Minders,” which was based on an original story by David Gerrold. It’s about a planet where there is a literal upper class that lives in a city in the sky called Stratos. There, they enjoy arts, leisure, and meditation, while on the planet below, the lower-class people labor in grubby, toxic mines to support the pleasures of the elites.

The fact that our own society resembles this fictitious one has become very clear during the COVID-19 pandemic. The wealthy and even the middle-class, who hunker down in pleasant homes and fret about their losses in the stock market, are dependent upon truck drivers, store clerks, shelf stockers, warehouse workers, and trash collectors to keep society functioning smoothly.

Most economic conservatives rail against the idea of an increase in the federal minimum wage, saying we ought to leave such issues up to the “free market” to decide. They supported the generous tax cuts the Trump administration granted the wealthy in 2017.

Yet when the pandemic arrived, the whole idea of the free market was turned topsy-turvy.

While there was general concern voiced – deservedly – for the economic future of farmers, ranchers, and the owners of small businesses, there didn’t seem to be much hue and cry about, say, the people who have the unenviable job of chopping up animal carcasses in order to put pork chops and chicken nuggets on Americans’ tables.

Until the packers began getting sick, and processing plants started shutting down.

At press time, some 5,000 meat-packers had been found to be infected with COVID-19, many from being forced to work in crowded and unsanitary conditions. Twenty workers – obviously not the nursing-home residents that are the stereotype of these fatalities – died of the virus.

President Trump issued an executive order saying that meat-packing plants had to remain open, because the idea of the United States being short of meat was so unnerving. But the unions resisted, saying workers were not being provided enough protection.

Even before the pandemic, the meat-processing industry was known for being exceedingly dangerous. “There are many serious safety and health hazards in the meat packing industry,” says a statement on the OSHA website. But according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, as of May of last year, the average wage of a meatpacker was just over $14 an hour for a total annual wage of $29,600.

According to the AFL-CIO, the top executives at S&P 500 corporations were making an average of $14.5 million a year in 2018, while the average worker made under $40,000. Who can reasonably argue that these CEOs are more than 362 times as brilliant and hard-working as their employees?

Our society desperately needs meatpackers, lettuce-pickers, maids, and others who are referred to as “non-skilled” laborers to keep us comfortably in our privileged towers of luxurious solitude. We balk at paying them anything approaching what they’re worth.

Yet when times are rough and these workers may be in short supply, we suddenly realize how much we need them. By gosh, get those meat-processers back into that plant or we’ll have to do without hamburgers and filet mignon! And make sure our fast-food places are staffed and someone is being paid to clean those subways in New York City and our grocery-store shelves are constantly filled!

How much longer will the elites in our nation be able to dwell in Stratos, paying exceedingly little income tax while enjoying the fruits of someone else’s labor? In the Star Trek episode, Captain Kirk turned things around very rapidly.

Ah, if only we had someone here on the planet Earth who could fix things as easily.

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The risk of adventure parenting

THE ADVENTURER'S SON BY ROMAN DIALMemorials dedicated to young adults who died doing the sorts of adventure sports the Four Corners prides itself on — backcountry skiing, rock climbing, whitewater kayaking — are scattered across the region. Formal as well as informal, the memorials range from a sandstone bench along a river’s edge to a metal sculpture resembling a raptor’s aerie high on a mountain ridge to a new forest painstakingly planted by loving volunteers tree by tree.

Different as they are from one another, every memorial is a testament to an adventurous life lost too soon, and to the bereft parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters, friends, and acquaintances left behind.

Far to the north in Alaska, mythic outdoors person and noted field scientist Roman Dial and his wife Peggy raised a son, who came to be known by his father’s first name, on a steady diet of outdoor sports. Roman, the son, set off in 2014 at 27 on his own self-styled adventure that, if successful, would rival anything his father had accomplished over his long and storied career.

Roman sought to travel overland, alone and on foot, across the Darian Gap, the jungled wilderness that links the Central American isthmus and Colombia, avoiding thieves and drug cartel operatives along the way. Before he reached the gap, however, he went missing during a clandestine, solo backpacking trip across the equally remote and rugged Corcovado Peninsula in Costa Rica.

Dial, the father, and Peggy first joined, then sustained by sheer force of parental will, the massive search operation that began when Roman failed to return from his backpacking trip.

In The Adventurer’s Son, just released by HarperCollins, Dial tells the story of Roman’s adventurous upbringing, his disappearance, and the desperate quest by Dial and Peggy in Costa Rica, first in the hope that Roman might be found alive, then in search of closure, until, finally, a discovery provides answers, if not absolution.

With heart-rending honesty, Dial faces up to the culpability he feels for having introduced his son to the siren song of outdoor adventure that ultimately resulted in Roman’s death.

“I had not simply introduced him to international travel and the risks of wilderness adventure,” Dial writes. “I had included him, again and again, to the point that a large part of our relationship… was built on experiences like his illegal bushwhack into Corcovado.”

Understandably, Dial doesn’t come up with any salve for his guilt.

“Would I have raised Roman the same way knowing that he would die on a path I led him along?” Dial asks. “The answer is obvious but the question unfair.”

The question may be unfair, but the memorials to the Four Corners’ lost youth, and Dial’s bleak heartbreak as revealed in The Adventurer’s Son, make clear that the answer is not just obvious, it is worthy of full and unblinking consideration.

Scott Graham is the National Outdoor Book Award-winning author of the National Park Mystery Series for Torrey House Press. The sixth book in the series, Mesa Verde Victim, will be released June 16. More information at scottfranklingraham.com.

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There are choices on June 30

Conventional political wisdom advises that any given candidate should run to their respective political base in caucus and primary elections, then, pivot to the center so as to broaden their appeal to a diverse electorate for the general election in November. After conducting a second interview with Lauren Boebert on April 20, just after she clinched the top spot on the June 30 GOP Third Congressional District primary contest against Scott Tipton, you realize that conventional options don’t interest her. Tipton’s backers mounted an aggressive write in campaign at the CD3 Assembly for Delegates, despite his decision to petition onto the Primary ballot. Whatever the outcome of that election, voters, who often say there is little difference between choices, will not have that excuse this time.

Q. Congratulations on placing first on the Primary ballot. What was the final vote count?

A. I don’t know the actual vote yet. I received 56 percent of those who voted. Scott, with the help of some County Chairs and others orchestrated a write in candidacy despite having already petitioned onto the ballot. The CD Chair refused to stop it.

Q. How are you adapting to the challenge of campaigning for election against an incumbent who has plenty of money to blitz the media with ads and having campaign events frozen by executive stay at home decrees?

A. I said at the beginning we would be outspent. We have a better message and I am a better messenger. I also have passionate volunteers who aren’t paid. My team and I are creating strategies on how to reach voters through a variety of methods.

Q. Are you seeing an uptick in donations?

A. Yes. Immediately after winning the CD3 Assembly vote,donations started coming in.

Q. Are you intimidated by the sheer scope of a ballooning federal debt level that some say is approaching $24 trillion when factoring in all the debt Government has assumed from private equity groups and the printing of money that the Fed has been authorized to incur? Are you sure you want this watch?

A. We need to get the House in order. It is Congress that has the power of the purse. We need to send better legislation to the President. I think there should have been a fight to record votes so as to have accountability. I will fight to send the President better bills.

Q. As a restaurant owner, do you plan to obtain SBA funds? I have friends who have restaurants who have seen a 60 percent or more drop in sales. They seem split about whether to participate or not.

A .We too were split, but no, I am not participating. We lost 90 percent of our sales. Our curbside and takeout primarily is main entrees. We have seen a total collapse of drinks, appetizers, and dessert sales. We will make it.

Q. Will there be debates between you and Scott taking place?

A. We will see. His record is one of not debating primary opponents.

Q. Anything else, you care to add? I know you have other interviews to do.

A. I am rolling out a response to Scott Tipton’s green new deal legislation. For nearly 10 years he has cuddled up to alternative energy subsidies, which is really a Jared Polis plan. He said he wanted an all of the above approach to energy needs with a free market approach. That is not what he has done. His plan, like Jared Polis, chooses between winners and losers, through subsidies. Using federal land for a 10,000 acre solar field does not save the environment.

Thank you for giving me the first interview. I know you have a bunch of them waiting.

Like everyone else, I am concerned with the abysmal state of current affairs that exists. The late John McCain regularly pointed out the low regard the American people had in regards to their elected leaders in Washington D.C. And that Congress spent like drunken sailors on shore leave. Everybody talks about it, but it seems that nothing ever changes. The problems are right before our eyes. We elect people who’s campaign rhetoric is just that—rhetoric. Whatever happen to holding political parties and their candidates accountable? Republicans campaign on fiscal conservatism on a regular basis. Boebert is correct, that it is Congress that holds the purse strings and sends the legislation to the President, and Congress has been irresponsible in its duties. The debt that is being dumped on our children and their children is unconscionable.

The truth is out there. You just have to let it in.

Valerie Maez writes from Lewis, Colo.

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Shock comes from within and without

The simple and obvious understanding that shock is an integral part of our human experience goes back deep into our history. The above title comes from the ancient Chinese Book of Changes.

Every culture, and every person knows shock intimately. The interesting thing about shock, whether from within or without, is that in many cases it can be foreseen, if there is thoughtful insight and understanding – if clear heads prevail. Unfortunately, clear minds are hard to find in Americas leadership these days, or in the world at large.

My intention here is not to unravel the political insanity that has led to our present viral debacle, others will do that better than I can. My intention is to investigate our collective relationship to Reality itself, which is the natural world. If our dominating attitude continues much longer, we can expect more global shock in our future. I connect our present situation to our Western civilization preference for abstraction and subjective idealization, rather than the hard facts on the ground. We’re dreamers, right? In other words, we are lost in our heads, floating above the Earth. This frees us from any responsibility for our relationship to the natural world in which we inhere.

If our reality is virtual, as it seems to be these days, then we have only eyes in the back of our heads like the ancient god whose name I can’t recall just now (I don’t Google). We stumble blindly into the future, completely unaware of consequence. Our Western worldview is not grounded in the sacred Reality of the Earth as other cultures have been and are still. For us it’s just another commodity to be consumed. Got Lithium?

Reality itself is not subjective, nor is it ideological in Itself. It just is! Only in the mind of humanity is it divided out of its Oneness. There is, ultimately, only One thing going on, even if it appears as a chaos of Being. We call that One thing Life. Unfortunately for us, we are not having it more abundantly these days, nor will we in the future if we don’t renew our deep and inherently intertwined relationship with the natural world. In my mind, I see it as our Sacred duty.

I’m 74 now, a lifelong asthmatic. I’m a sitting duck for tiny RNA gizmos like COVID, but my old Zen bones are fine with that. I’ve beaten the odds. These days, sequestered at home, I can sympathize with the poet Goethe: “I thank god that I am not young in so thoroughly finished a world.” Of course the World is still here hundreds of years later, and Life will continue on, though possibly without many humans. The critters at the top of the heap are sure to go when everything that supports them collapses.

Maybe we should all go look for Galt’s Gulch. (See Atlas Shrugged.) I guess it’s here in Colorado somewhere. We can hole up there with the elite until the chaos passes – inhabit our dreamworld to the bitter end – never have to look Reality in the eye ever again.

Or maybe it’s time for some rapture. We’ll get out of Dodge altogether. Or, if that’s too much, we’ll move to Mars. Sweet escape. Sweet dream. That’s America. It’s written in our script, and apparently we are unable to rewrite even one line of our tragic folly.

Chip Schoefter writes from Montezuma County, Colo.

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An ode to nurses

During these strange and stressful times, there are many heroes, a wide range of people in service including delivery people, cashiers, farmers, nurses, doctors, bank tellers, EMT’s, firefighters, police, doctors and nurses, and I am sure I probably missed a few. I would like to highlight and express gratitude to all, but especially nurses today.

I was recently asked, “What do we know about the flu pandemic as it affected our little town of Mancos or even Montezuma County in 1918?” I searched but could find little on the subject. What I did find was an article appearing in Slate Magazine in February of this year by Rebecca Onion, that perhaps addressed a reason and offered a look at the role of women as nurses throughout that pandemic. I highly recommend the read.

https://slate.com/technology/2019/02/ spanish-flu-women-nurses-heroism.html

My intention is not to be grim with this piece, but rather offer a bit of an inside look at another time in history, and honor nurses. I saw some similarities to the present day. We are in the grips of another pandemic. Stay safe my friends; stay home. Follow protocol. This too will end. I send this out with a big dose of love.

When looking at the Spanish Flu epidemic of 2018-19 I realized that it wasn’t until very late in the 20th century that attention was turned to this devastating pandemic or very much written about it. It seemed to fade from American memory and with it the valiant effort of American nurses during the pandemic. In the years following its devastation it seemed to escape the notice of historians. What was it about the flu that provoked this silent response? Is there something about mainstream American culture, with its optimism and pride, that simply refuses to reckon with the idea of mass death from an unstoppable illness? A close look at recent history suggests that maybe the 20th century silence about the flu epidemic of 1918-19 shows how uneasy many Americans have been with failure, death, and loss, and how strongly most of the nation seems to prefer stories that celebrate heroic achievement.

The dominant focus of most historians during this time was on change over time and the political, economic and intellectual process that explained those changes. Remember, this scourge came just at the end of WW I. There was indeed much change happening. Or, was it because the unsung heroes without a doubt of this pandemic were women as Ms. Onion asks?

A look now at how nurses served our country during this time. Between 1917 and 1919, over 10,000 nurses served on the Western Front. More than 1,500 nurses served in the U.S. Navy during this period and more worked directly with the American Red Cross. The Red Cross operated hospitals to care for casualties of this war staffed by nurses caring for casualties of war. Thousands more served in the U.S. Army Nurse Corps and while American Expeditionary Forces were still in the preparation phase to go overseas, U.S. Any nurses were sent ahead and assigned to the British Expeditionary Forces. By the end of June 1918, there were more than 3,000 American nurses spread out in over 750 British run hospitals.

In that same year, a strain of killer influenza, known as the Spanish flu, caused a global pandemic. It spread rapidly and killed indiscriminately. It is reported that at least 10 percent of patients perished. It was the deadliest in history. It infected 500 million people worldwide. This is approximately one third of the planet’s population. It killed an estimated 20 million to 50 million victims and 675,000 of those were reported to be Americans, Far more than the 53,402 who died in combat in World War I. There is speculation that the coronavirus may surpass this. The Spanish flu was first observed in Europe, the U.S. and parts of Asia before spreading swiftly around the world. There were no effective drugs to treat this killer, similar to the unknowns we are experiencing currently. People were ordered to wear masks, schools, theaters and businesses were closed as this virus carried out its deadly march across the globe. No one was truly safe. President Woodrow Wilson contracted it while negotiating the Treaty of Versailles in the early part of 1919.

Interesting that the “Spanish flu” was actually a misnomer. Spain was a neutral country during the was and while Allied and Central Powers nations bypassed news of the flu to avoid affecting morale, the Spanish media reported on it in detail. News of the flu first made headlines in Madrid in May 1918 and coverage only increased after King Alfonso the XIII of Spain came down the a virulent case about a week later. Since nations under the media blackout only read accounts from Spanish news sources, the assumed that Spain was the source. Hence the name, Spanish flu. Later research has suggested that the starting point of the epidemic was probably American military bases in Kansas!

With the outbreak of this pandemic the realization that nurses were the front line medical professionals was brought to the international forefront. The status of nursing was raised and their critical role in health in general, in community and public health, was also much more visible. They had long been overlooked for the extraordinary work they did as caregivers fighting disease and providing both physical and emotional support for those suffering. Because of the nurses serving in or lost to the war, when the pandemic broke out there was a shortage of nurses here on the home front. Contributing to this was the fact that nursing schools had remained predominantly white, almost exclusively female and Black candidates had only limited access to nursing education or employment. Prejudices limited the supply of skilled nurses at a tie when they were most needed.

This resulted in a new two-track system of training for nurses. Practical nurses received a shorter course of training and were mainstreamed to support and supplement the Registered Nurse. Hospitals were filled to capacity and much care actually took place in the home. The influenza of 1918-19 was most certainly a disaster world wide but it did highlight the great importance of skilled nursing at times of peace as well as war. It also highlighted the importance of public health planning. We are fortunate here in Montezuma County to have a wonderful Public Health Department. Many thanks must go to them for the excellent work they do in time of crisis and always.

History teaches us that preparation for a potential public health crisis must include that nurses, and all medical professionals and first responders, have resources and support to help as only they can. We are ever grateful to all of those on the front line. Important to note here is that nursing is not longer an exclusively female career and there are many highly skilled and dedicated male nurses today. Big dose of gratitude to all of you. THANK YOU.

Margaret “Midge” Kirk is a slightly eccentric artist, writer, bibliophile, feminist scholar and hobby historian who lives in the SW corner of Colorado. She can be reached at eurydice4@yahoo.com or visit her website www.herstory-online.com.

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Should I repeat myself?

I suppose it’s possible that I have a mentally challenged cellphone.

I can supposedly do voice-to-text, but the results are not always what I wanted. For some reason my phone – which I have named “Ernesto Telefono” – can’t seem to get my wife’s name right.

Granted, “Sararesa” is a pretty unique name; however, she goes by Sara. It’s a name “Ernesto” just refuses to recognize. The closest he gets to it is to write “Sarah.” I could probably live with this, except “Ernesto” has only typed “Sarah” once.

Usually “Ernesto” translates my wife’s name as “Satin,” “Savage” or “Santa.” Santa? I should be glad it’s not Satan, I suppose.

I was using voice-to-text while chatting with my sister, Hilary. I told her I was “waiting for Sara to get home for lunch.” Instead “Ernesto” typed “waiting for Santa to get fully unlocked.”

What does that even mean? Was Santa wearing fuzzy handcuffs as part of some kinky candy-cane fetish?

And who would be cruel enough to lock Santa up? Well, maybe the Burgermeister Meister Burger. But no one else would. Not even the Grinch, and he’s a mean one!

Recently I was using voice-to-text and I said “Navajo,” which my phone wrote as “Now who!”

Like the Now Who codetalkers?

That’s when it struck me that the problem might not be Ernesto Telefono’s – but mine.

Was it possible that my so-called New England accent was causing the problem?

I run into people in Arizona all the time who ask about my accent. I think to myself, “Accent? YOU have the accent.” But, being polite, I mentioned that I’m originally from Rhode Island. To which some people smile and say, “Oh, I’ve been to Long Island.”

I was talking to a cashier in Seligman, Ariz., recently and she did the whole Long Island thing, and I repeated, “No, I’m from RHODE island.”

She nodded. “Oh, Goat Island – where is that?”

The more I thought about it, the more it dawned on me that my accent was a problem!

I recalled a couple of incidents from my time as a reporter for the News-Press in Fort Myers, Fla.

I came back from a strange interview and asked a copy editor if the woman I had spoken with was a weirdo. He said,

“Why, are you interested in her?”

It turned out he thought I was asking if she was a widow!

Then there was the time I was investigating a convention center called Harborside. I was having trouble getting answers to some questions when I received a call in the newsroom. A male voice told me he wanted to talk to someone about Harborside – but he was scared.

I arranged to meet with him privately – convinced that he knew something seedy about the Harborside.

There was something about that way he pronounced “Harborside” that seemed off, so I asked him to repeat himself. That’s when I realized he hadn’t said “Harborside” at all, and was talking about a homicide!

That made me recall another time when my accent might have been the source of the trouble. I was living in an apartment building when this woman knocked on my door. She was looking for a neighbor who lived one floor down from me.

“Does so-and-so live here?” she asked.

“Below me,” I replied.

Now I know why she slapped my face and stormed away.

John Christian Hopkins, an awardwinning writer, lives in Sanders, Ariz., with his wife, Sararesa. He is a veteran journalist – but never an enemy of the people – and a former nationally syndicated columnist for Gannett News Service. He is the author of many books, including “Carlomagno: Adventures of the Pirate Prince of the Wampanoag.” He is a member of the Narragansett Indian Tribe of Rhode Island.

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Fur your consideration

When I resided in the country, dogs often rushed down their driveways as I bicycled past, growling, barking, and having themselves a canine tantrum, objecting to my presence on the road. I understood then and now that dogs have a wider view of what constitutes their territory. Drivers need to slow down, make sure they don’t accidentally hurt the frenzied beast chasing their car, but when out bicycling a lonely road I use a different strategy: If I see the dog early enough and there’s no traffic, it becomes a race, the dog and me, and sometimes I win.

Still, it’s important to take the rural dog situation seriously. One time an untethered dog caught me unaware and nipped at my front tire, perhaps thinking of it as a chew toy. Things could have been worse if he’d fixated on my ankle.

The times when I could not win the race, I turned around and with an equally fierce determination chased the dog back up its own driveway. Rarely did an owner step outside to exclaim, Bad dog! More often, nobody came out to check on the commotion. A few times as I approached the house I noticed a curtain fall back into place, and then I knew I’d found a home where a human lacked the courage of a dog.

These days I live within the city limits where dogs are restrained by ordinance. A leash, a fence, a gate—some kind of control governs unexpected encounters between people and dogs. It’s a near perfect solution, except I know how deeply within a dog the instinct to run still exists, like that primal urge to howl.

Whoever first remarked that a dog’s bark is worse than its bite might have been walking beside me through my neighborhood where a pedestrian on the sidewalk can’t avoid encountering a dog lunging at a fence. Some neighbors who have two, three, or even four dogs need to look up the word cacophony in a dictionary.

I’m not worried as I walk by that the dogs will leap the fence and eat my shorts. And it’s not that I don’t have any compassion for their situation, being stuck in the backyard. It’s more like a car alarm honking by accident when the owner doesn’t understand how to turn it off, or a child screaming at the top of his lungs in a store aisle as the parent ignores the outburst and simply continues shopping. You know, that kind of annoyance.

I feel sympathy for the next-door neighbor who doesn’t own a dog but is subjected to intermittent periods—day or night—of dog yapping. Historically, people kept dogs for hunting and protection, especially to function as a kind of alarm should their livestock or even their lives be menaced by marauders. These days security cameras do the same thing, quietly. Even a porch light can behave so it suddenly sprays a pool of light at anyone who steps too close to its motion-activated detector. Maybe dog owners think of their pets as organic smoke alarms, or maybe they’re simply not thinking.

But the fidelity of a dog is admirable. These companions recognize the sound of their owner’s approaching vehicle and are anxiously awaiting, tails wagging, excitement rippling under the fur, even before the motor can be shut off.

I came close to owning a dog once, one that wandered into my rural acreage as I set off for a morning walk along an irrigation ditch. I unfastened the gate chain and he joined me, as if opening it signaled an invitation. Once through, he led the way, running ahead but always looking back, waiting for me to catch up. The dog’s name turned out to be Doogie, according to a neighbor who pointed up the road to where the dog lived. That neighbor’s name was Doug.

Doogie showed up every day I went for a hike, and he didn’t come along because I offered treats, though he graciously accepted a little water. With the freedom to wander anywhere he chose, for some reason he latched onto me. He liked to chase rabbits and birds or whatever twitched at the side of the ditch, but his heart wasn’t in it. Then, after a couple months, he just disappeared. I walked up the road to see if he was home. The man who lived there told me he didn’t own a dog.

I’m telling you this because your dog pretends to have just met me every time I walk past your yard. I’ve been by a hundred times, maybe more. And if I step up to the fence to re-introduce myself, the barking gets worse. Maybe you noticed. Maybe not. Either way, this golden rule applies: a bark that goes unheeded is a bark unneeded.

David Feela writes from Montezuma County, Colo. His columns placed third in competition in the 2020 Top of the Rockies contest. See his works at https://feelasophy.weebly.com/

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Cry uncle

My little sister has really big news—like, first-grandbaby-in-the-family level news— but she has made me promise not to say anything about it until she tells the rest of the extended family.

So guess what? I’m not going to be an uncle later this year. I’m not looking forward to all the joys of a newborn baby without any of the responsibility. And I’m definitely not already excited about the post-infant stages when the little bundle becomes an actual functioning human being capable of learning all kinds of words and habits that will drive its mother bananas.

If I were approaching unclehood— which, officially speaking, I am not—I would be ready to embrace my duty as a loving, conscientious, extremely part-time bad influence. Parents help with homework and go to church and pass on their own customized brand of repressions. Uncles don’t do any of that. Uncles, at least in my case, are socially sanctioned agents of weaponizing generosity and affection against our own siblings.

Just as one hypothetical example: the moment I learn I am going to be an uncle, I will immediately take to the internet to find an adult-human-sized sock monkey that I can give my hypothetical new family member. Then I will save this sock monkey until the child is old enough to form attachments and express desires. I will also save this sock monkey until my sister brings her child to visit via airplane.

And when I discover that six-foot-tall sock monkeys also come with anatomically inaccurate gargantuan bananas, because all things are possible in the Information Age, I will weep. For I must then decide between ordering these sock monkeys in bulk or buying a new one each year to gift my darling nibling, as well as whether I should ship one to my sister’s church for Easter service.

VOCABULARY ALERT: “Nibling” is a gender-neutral term for the offspring of your sibling. It is not to be confused with the gerund “nibbling,” nor with the Nibelungs, a race of Scandinavian dwarves who oversee a hoard of gold and other treasures, nor their ruler, Nibelung, king of Nibelheim, land of mist.

Before the insensitive among you decry nibling as another instance of identitysensitivity ruining our country, I want to tell you that the word is not new. It originated in the early 1950s and is absolutely the most un-sexist thing to come from that time. Sure, I could write “niece or nephew” every time I mention the kid who is not yet officially being born this year, but that gets wordy and clunky, and ultimately its usage might distract from the original point of this column, whatever that was.

Speaking of words, I recently met someone who uses the pronoun “they/them/ their.” This was the first time I’ve knowingly met someone like them. I admire anyone who can match their linguistics to their truest self. I support them fully, and I will strive to respect the pronouns they identify with by using them (the pronouns, not the person) as little as possible. My confusion is my problem, not theirs. I have made enough of a living with copyediting work to buy a couple days’ worth of groceries. Plus, I speaking English a lot. My brain is pretty hard-wired to catch a pronoun/antecedent disagreement. Yet my brain is cool with using the singular “they” to mean “some person.” We English speakers have used it as a genderless pronoun for centuries, because the use of “one” sounds so odd to one’s ears.

But it’s a new exercise for my brain to call a specific person “they.” I messed it up about 14 times in the conversation where I learned about this person’s pronouns. I was terrified to meet them, fearing I might call them “her” or “him” or “Shiva” or any other word that popped in my head. And I had so many questions. Do they use singular verbs? Or plural ones? And when I’m talking in person with them, should I use the singular “you” or the plural “you”?

So I practiced at home before meeting them. I wrote out example sentences, like, “They remembered that time their uncle gave them a hermit crab on summer vacation, and their mom had to shepherd this plastic to-go box with sand and a freaking HERMIT CRAB through airport security.” That exercise really helped me to have a nice conversation with them wherein I used the appropriate form of “you” without blunder.

And you know what? I’m glad I can adapt my way of being to make another person feel safe, seen, and accepted. If only we could all be so bold in deciding who we are. I just hope my nibling experiences the same freedom to decide who to be. She. He. They. A sock monkey collector and hermit-crab farmer. I may be biased, but I’m pulling for the latter.

Zach Hively writes from Abiquiu, N.M. He can be read and reached through http://zachhively.com and on Twitter @zachhively.

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How are animals faring during the pandemic?

The pandemic has hurt local efforts to spay and neuter feral cats.

The pandemic has hurt local efforts to spay and neuter feral cats. Photo courtesy of For Pets’ Sake.

Since COVID-19 has spread across the globe, wild animals have begun showing up, not just in backyards, but in city streets emptied of pedestrians and traffic and on roadways, beaches, mountain trails and waterways suddenly devoid of humans.

Many millions of viewers have shared videos of this hopeful phenomenon, as a gesture from Mother Nature giving us a peek of what we can do better when, like the animals, we are let out of lock-down.

Prior to this time our domestic pets were already the favored post on social media. They reign supreme atop exotic foods and politics and rock and roll events. It has been no different during the pandemic except that pets now share the monitor with returning wild animals, seemingly oblivious to our voyeurism, who bring us moments of empathy, compassion, beauty, and rest from the wearying fear implicit in the spread of COVID-19.

COVID adoptions

Thankfully many of the wildly positive reports are true. According to a recent story in National Geographic Magazine, a jellyfish was truly caught on camera swimming in nearly crystal-clear waters of the Venice canals “really close to San Marco Square,” says the biologist filmmaker, Andrea Magoni. And for good reason, “during the lockdown [the combination of] significantly low tide and low traffic on the Venice canals led to the deposition of sediments on the bottom [of the canals] which led to an increased transparency in the water,” which led to the popular short video he made going viral on news channels and social media.

Local resident Summer Singleton with Bilboa, who has enjoyed Summer being at home.

Local resident Summer Singleton with Bilboa,
who has enjoyed Summer being at home.

“It is the most heartwarming of them all,” said Cindy Yurth, president of Blackhat Humane Society, a not-for-profit based in Chinle, Ariz., on the Navajo Nation..

“For the first time ever we can see our effect on the environment and see the benefit to the animals with these shelter–in-place orders.”

It’s also true at Blackhat, she says. “For the first time ever all our adoptable dogs have found new, forever homes, probably kicking up their heels with glee.”

She admitted that while wondrous, it is surprising. It could be that people had time at home away from work to check in on the internet site where the group posts the latest photos and stories of reservation rescue dogs ready for adoption and could take the time to adopt carefully. It could also be a quixotic human correlation to the disenfranchised animals.

Blackhat supporters are extremely loyal, she adds. Their financial contributions have not dwindled during the pandemic, and most surprising is the continuing growth of adoption requests. “They are way up. If we were able to transport every animal that comes on the list we would be averaging four or five a week.” The group has been operating for 19 years.

Dogs that are released to their care or found abandoned are first placed in Blackhat foster homes, where they receive shots, spay/neuter procedures, restorative medical care and house training if they need it.

Once ready for a new home the match is made from their website. The dogs are then transported from foster homes to the new owner.

“They go all over the region,” says Yurth, “rural and urban homes, as far away as Salt Lake City and Denver, even to the east coast.” Many are placed with Native American families, too.

The transfer leg of the operation has been impacted by pandemic guidelines and regulations in each state and on tribal land. The complex diversity of government responses creates a tapestry of regional requirements issued to slow the spread of the novel coronavirus.

“It takes a lot of strategic planning. We have been careful in our requests to build a network of people in multiple locations able to meet another vehicle at a state border, for instance, like building a relay of essential errands linking the transport process together. We’ve been able to transport with great care and respect for everyone and all jurisdictions involved, using masks and social distancing, while respecting curfews and state line restrictions, doing it all from our home computers, too.”

But Yurth expects deep personal sorrow will come to Blackhat during the pandemic. “This morning I got a call from a grazing officer in Many Farms, Ariz., explaining that one of their grandmothers passed away from COVID-19.” She left seven dogs, he told her. “Can Blackhat take them for us? Can you help?’”

Of course they will, Yurth replied. “Sadly, there will be more requests as people die from the virus. The dogs will need new homes.”

Feral cat nursery

Things do not look so cheery for the feral cat colonies in Montezuma and Dolores counties where For Pets’ Sake Humane Society, based in Cortez, has run a successful feral cat program. It was suspended early in the stay-at-home phase of the pandemic.

Many feral kittens have been born in Southwest Colorado this year.

Many feral kittens have been born in Southwest Colorado this year. Photo courtesy of For Pets’ Sake.

For Pets’ Sake also supports foster care and transport for abandoned animals, spay/ neuter assistance, and emergency medical pet care. All of the programs are funded almost entirely by local events that are cancelled for the coming year. Only the feral cat colony program was put on hold.

In a recent phone call, Marian Rohman, who heads the feral cat program, explained that when state guidelines were announced the group knew their projects would be greatly impacted. The feral cat colony efforts stopped because it is a contact process. The program is entirely volunteer-run and involves close personal contact work, meaning that social distancing is not feasible, nor maintaining a sanitized sit for volunteers.

It handles hundreds of cats in the counties. By working with people in the immediate area of a cat colony, they set up weatherproof shelters and begin feeding the felines every day. Within weeks they trap, neuter and return the cats to the same location, where they continue feeding them.

Some cats show that they want to live with people. If that’s the case For Pets’ Sake finds homes for them. If a female has had kittens, volunteers also trap all the kittens. The feral animals all get rabies vaccinations and, when possible, any sick or injured cats are treated at local clinics.

Now, the feral female cats are pregnant, said Rohman. “Within weeks we’ll see 200 to 250 feral kittens born to the females we couldn’t spay during the pandemic.”

At this time they don’t know when they will reopen the project nor how long it will take to catch up to that impact. It will be years of work even when they are able to resume it safely.

Like most groups, For Pets’ Sake never anticipated such a disaster as the pandemic. What is surprising, Rohman explained, is the reduction in the number of calls for spay/neuter and other pet-related medical issues. They usually field numerous calls every day. But, she said, “there were none during the six-week stay-at-home orders. Now, just this week, as the state and county consider partially lifting the restrictions we are seeing a slight increase.”

For Pets’ Sake’s much-anticipated spring yard sale always attracts thousands of people. The event brings $12,000 to $15,000 directly to the nonprofit’s programs. But it had to be canceled.

New approaches to that fundraiser and others will replace the efforts and hopefully replenish the coffers.

“Plans are in the works, but not there yet. At the moment we are treading water,” said Rohman, “about to sink.”

Seventeen percent of their $152,000 budget comes through grants. The rest is money either donated or raised at local events. The organization is, like Blackhat, all volunteer.

“So you can see we spend it all – and last year we even had a little left over from the year before. Our administrative expenses, including things like advertising, printing, insurance, etc., are a very small part of our expenses – the rest is spent at our local businesses, mostly the veterinarians and some for buying pet food.”

In our rural community animals represent a large chunk of the local economy. Our humane societies also contribute to the revenue stream and the quality of life. It is not surprising that the stay-at-home orders brought negative impacts to local humane societies. But it was also a time of increased appreciation for animals.

Erin Vogel, a social psychologist and postdoctoral fellow at Stanford University agrees. She told National Geographic that “getting a lot of likes and comments [on social media] gives us immediate rewards. In times when we’re all really lonely, it’s tempting to hold onto that feeling, especially if we’re posting something that gives people a lot of hope, the idea that animals and nature could actually flourish during the crisis could give us a sense of meaning and purpose – that we went through this for a reason.”

When we disconnect from the quarantine and go back to workplaces, we will leave our dogs and cats at home. They will re-adjust to our absence. Although they are not the wild animals that have moved us so deeply during the past weeks on our computer screens, they are our real responsibility.


LOCAL HUMANE SOCIETIES

Blackhat Humane Society:. Foster care for abandoned and surrendered animals on the Navajo Reservation, restorative medical care, spay/neuter and vaccinations and adoption. https://www.blackhathumanesociety.org, blackhathumane@gmail. com

Cortez Animal Shelter: Adoption, lost pet services, pet licenses. Kennel Supervisor, Jennifer Crouse. 2791 E Main Street, Cortez, CO 81321, Mon.–Fri., 10–4. 970-565-4910 Fax: 970-564-9758

Denkai Animal Sanctuary: Adoption, vaccines, low income food bank. Thrift store and Adoption center, Mon.– Fri.:10–5; Sat. 10–3. 209 W Main St., Cortez, CO 81321, 970-516-1738

For Pets’ Sake: Foster care for cats and dogs awaiting adoption, financial assistance for spay/neuter, helps pay for local emergency veterinary car, low cost vaccination clinics, feral cat colony program, Adopt a Doghouse Project., P.O. Box 1705 Cortez, CO 81321, http://www.forpetssakehs.org, info@forpetssakehs.org, 970- 565-7387

Published in May 2020 Tagged ,

Time to open up? Locals struggle to balance community health with the needs of small businesses in the age of COVID-19

Stuart McLagan Porter was a vigorous 82-year-old living in Montezuma County, Colo., when he contracted COVID-19. He chose to fight the virus outside of the hospital so he wouldn’t be separated from his wife.

He died at his home in Yellow Jacket on April 6.

He became one of the county’s two fatalities from the novel coronavirus that has become a global pandemic, infecting well over 3.5 million people worldwide and killing more than a quarter-million.

At press time, Montezuma County had had 18 positive test results and 345 negatives. Eleven people were said to have recovered. How to view the county’s statistics is a matter that has spawned much discussion.

At a meeting April 29 between the county commissioners and local health officials, the director of the county health department, Bobbi Lock, said that two fatalities out of the county’s known cases of COVID-19 (then at 16) was a high number.

“But both those cases were very compromised people, they had underlying medical conditions,” commented Commissioner Keenan Ertel.

Information about the second fatality has not been made publicly available. But Cara Jo Rieb – one of Porter’s four children and one of two who live in Cortez – said in an message to the Four Corners Free Press that her father appeared to have years of good health ahead of him until the virus struck.

“My brother Danny and I were just talking this morning about all the plans dad had for the coming months,” she said. “He loved Spring time; not too hot, not too cold. He loved wildlife and his land. He had just hiked his canyon at Yellow Jacket a few days before he got really sick. He was very youthful, energetic and healthy for an 82-year-old.

“He had a garden, a nice yard and several ponds for wildlife and since they live off the grid, there are always many things that kept him busy. He had planned to help Dan with his cabin and to restore some logs at his house. He had irrigated for Mike Porter for several Summers. I went with him once and couldn’t believe how physically exhausting it was. He did it morning and night and planned to do it again this Summer.

“He and [his wife] Sharon had recently picked out a puppy from the shelter, so he obviously thought he had years left. He has a brother who is 92, a sister who is 90 and another brother who is 87. Longevity was on his side. I feel like we’ve been robbed of years with him.”

Edgy and angry

The virus that took Porter’s life is called SARS-CoV-2; the illness it produces is called COVID-19. The virus is one of seven in the coronavirus family that can infect humans, according to the Centers for Disease Control. Influenza, to which COVD-19 is often compared, is not a coronavirus.

While some victims of COVID-19 have very mild cases, and most infected people do recover, the disease can be extremely serious, producing weeks of fever, hallucinations, headaches, blood-clotting disorders, even damage to the lungs, kidneys and heart.

While medical researchers work frantically to find a highly effective vaccine and/or treatment, society is in limbo. It isn’t safe to be out among other people – SARS-CoV-2 is highly contagious, more so than the flu – but humans are social animals and many are growing depressed, edgy, and angry at being restrained from normal activities.

There is also enormous concern about what will happen to businesses that are forced to remain closed much longer and people who are left without jobs.

Given the chance

On April 29, the commissioners were meeting to discuss reopening the county. Many local residents have voiced impatience with Colorado Gov. Jared Polis’s “safer at home” plan, which calls for gradually easing restrictions on business and recreational activities. Because Montezuma County has seen relatively few cases, it should be able to open up faster, the commissioners said, ultimately voting 3-0 to draft a letter asking the state health department for an exemption from the rules.

Commissioner Larry Don Suckla said they would like local restaurants and gyms – and all businesses – to be allowed to operate at 40 percent occupancy even while the rest of the state is keeping such establishments closed or restricting them to 10 or fewer customers.

The commissioners were seeking support from the local health-care community for the proposal, but health officials had some reservations.

Lock commented that restaurants are “one of the most contagious spots because people are socializing, sitting, talking, with masks off. Even if you socially distance you have a greater risk,” she said.

The commissioners said local businesses need to be given the chance to operate safely or they won’t survive. Health officials generally agreed that they should get that chance so long as they observe social distancing, have employees wear masks if they deal with the public, and don’t allow big crowds.

But an argument broke out between Suckla and Tony Sudduth, the CEO of Southwest Memorial Hospital in Cortez, after Suckla stated that he believes wearing facial coverings and doing increased testing for the virus are useless measures.

Sudduth had said enforcement of safety rules would be key to reopening county businesses. He said he’d seen a post on Facebook in which a local business said it would not comply with facial-covering guidelines or other requirements no matter what.

Lock said the health department does what it can to enforce regulations, first following up on complaints, then reaching out to the district attorney and law enforcement if necessary. Fines and even jail time can be imposed on repeat offenders, she said.

She and Dr. Kent Aikin, the county health physician, said they don’t want to see anyone fined. Aikin said he hopes officials will lead by example. “We want people outside of Montezuma County to say, ‘Look how successful they’ve been keeping this thing under control’,” he said.

But Suckla disagreed with some safety guidelines. “Somebody needs to protect the people that don’t think you should wear a mask and I’m going to be that guy,” he said.

“I think the masks are absolutely ridiculous,” he continued, saying he had heard of people getting “rush” (he may have meant thrush, a fungal infection) from wearing a mask for 12 hours straight.

He also said he didn’t understand the need for more testing. “I go get tested and am negative, five minutes later somebody touches me and I got COVD-19 and I don’t know it, because I had such confidence because I had the negative test,” he said.

“There’s some counties that are looking the other way [in regard to violations],” Suckla continued, “and I think the masks are ridiculous.”

‘Into the weeds’

But Sudduth took issue with that position. “There is no way I am supporting moving anything forward if we have this type of attitude in this county,” he said. At that point Suckla, who has yelled at other people during commission meetings, began shouting at Sudduth, accusing him of making $350,000 a year, which Sudduth said he does not, then repeatedly demanding that Sudduth say how much he makes.

He said Sudduth, because he is not an elected official, doesn’t have the authority to go into a business and “harass the hell out of them” and accused Sudduth of trying “to destroy this community.”

Commissioner Jim Candelaria interrupted to say the discussion had gotten “into the weeds” and that although he does not like wearing facial coverings, having people do so may be necessary to allow businesses to reopen.

Sudduth said he doesn’t oppose opening up the county, but wants procedures in place that make it safe and sensible. He said protecting hospital staff is important. More than 10,000 health-care workers nationwide have been infected by the virus, according to published reports.

“We had a serious incident this week involving a COVID patient that could have exposed a lot of our staff,” Sudduth said, adding, “Don’t tell me I don’t care about this community.”

The commissioners ultimately decided to submit their proposal to the state health department and, if the state OKs their plan, to re-evaluate how things are working three weeks after the rules are relaxed.

Administrator Shak Powers said local businesses will be motivated to comply with safety guidelines if they understand that they can’t move to a next phase without behaving.

Ertel expressed optimism that warm weather will mean the virus will decline, just as the annual flu seems to disappear in the summer. However, experts say there is little evidence so far that warmer weather is why new cases seem to be declining in many places. They believe it’s more likely because of social distancing and wearing masks.

Alone in the ER

Montezuma County does seem to sit in a small pocket of the state where the virus is not prevalent. But conditions in surrounding areas aren’t similar.

San Juan County, New Mexico, located just south of Montezuma County and even warmer, had 736 positive cases and 57 deaths, the most of any county in New Mexico, as of May 2. Though Dolores County, Colo., had no known cases as of that date, several other counties near Montezuma had more, with Montrose at 105 cases and 11 deaths, and La Plata at 63 cases with no fatalities.

The Navajo Nation, to Montezuma’s south and southwest, had 2,373 confirmed cases and 73 deaths as of May 2.

For a brief time, when the pandemic began, it seemed that people were mostly united against a common foe. Now, the virus seems to have spawned improbable conspiracy theories and deepened political rifts.

A number of citizens have said that coronavirus is no more serious than the flu, or even if it is, that the more vulnerable individuals – the elderly and anyone with hypertension, diabetes, or other medical problems – may just have to die so that the economy can get going again.

Nancy Schaufele, a Four Corners Free Press columnist who lived in Montezuma County until recently and now resides in Moab, voiced a different opinion in a Facebook post on May 3.

“This week I had a post-surgical hiccup and had to visit our local ER again,” she wrote. “The worst part was that my husband had to leave me at the emergency room door unable to come in, unable to sit with me waiting for hours for a scan, unable to talk to the doctors. He was sick with worry.”

Things turned out fine for her and she was able to return home that night, she said. But her experience was eye-opening.

“I had a chance to speak with the healthcare workers (doc’s, nurses, lab techs, etc.) and they all said the same thing,” Schaufele said. “Covid19 is scary as hell and they are terrified of what might happen to our community and our country.”

Moab’s hospital has 17 beds and one portable ventilator, she said.

“This weekend Moab opened back up to tourists and I heard the fear in our health professionals worrying about caring for a community which could explode with the virus.”

Schaufele said she recently had a long conversation with a neighbor who is an ER nurse in Park City, a few hours from Moab.

“She talked about the explosion of the virus there. She talked with deep sadness about the many patients she has intubated within the past month and how many have died. She choked up when she spoke of spouses turned away from the ER as they admitted their husbands, wives and partners. Some had been married for decades and have never been separated. It was terrifying for them.

“She told me about admitting a 21 year old in severe respiratory distress as his parents sat in the car sobbing. She later had to go out and tell them he had died. Died from the virus.”

The nurse, who had been an Army nurse at one point, said nothing had prepared her for COVID-19. She begs people who are skeptical about the reality of the disease to have a conversation with a front-line worker.

Schaufele wrote, “It is mind-boggling to realize more lives have been lost to this virus in just a few short months than the Vietnam War and 9/11. We always came together as a country during crisis. Now we seem horribly divided. I simply do not understand it.”

Pay the fines?

After the April 29 meeting, Suckla posted on Facebook: “We have got to get rid of CEO of Southwest Memorial hospital He He [sic] doesn’t care about us”. He later posted: “I suggest that Montezuma county pays all fines For the businesses that are [sic] Health Department Fines you for not wearing a mask”.

But Ertel and Candelaria later posted a video in which they explained their support for reopening county businesses “in a safe and positive manner” that will protect the most vulnerable populations. They noted that nursing homes in the county are, so far, COVID-free.

“I think our community has done an excellent job in protecting themselves,” Ertel said, continuing that it is time to focus on improving economic health. He added that if the county is given the exemption by the state, “I hope that everyone in our community. . . will then show their respect for that being granted to us and abide by as many of those safety and cleanliness issues as they can.”

‘The hardest thing’

Porter, who died from the virus, graduated with a major in biology, Rieb wrote to the Free Press. “He loved science. He would have been more careful had he known about this virus sooner.

“Losing him has been the hardest thing we’ve ever been through,” she said. “In normal times, the Porters and the Ptolemys would have gathered at Yellow Jacket to hug, cry, laugh and tell stories. Covid19 not only took my dad but it has taken any chance to grieve with our loved ones.

“My heart is broken for Sharon. He was her soulmate.

“Dad was kind, loving, clever, smart, ornery, and really funny. We are going to miss him beyond words and our world has been forever changed.”

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You, me and the DWRF collaborative: What will you do to ensure better fire outcomes in Southwest Colorado?

DWRF and Wildfire Adapted Partnership hosted several opportunities to learn about beetle identification and management in the forest with Colorado State Forest Service and USFS entomologists at Butler Corner in spring 2018.

DWRF and Wildfire Adapted Partnership hosted several opportunities
to learn about beetle identification and management in the forest with
Colorado State Forest Service and USFS entomologists at Butler Corner
in spring 2018. Photo by Ashley Downing.

Another weekend at home and there is no shortage of things to do. Along with the planting, and spring cleaning, I am trying to do my part in the Dolores Watershed Resilient Forest (DWRF) Collaborative.

We all live and work in a watershed. Until mid-March, my office was at Dolores Fire Station #1 in the upper Dolores River watershed, whose river, surrounding forests, and 350,000-acre-foot McPhee reservoir catch, store, and filter the highquality water this community relies upon for drinking, agriculture, recreation, and more. (Now I’m working from my home at the top of the McElmo watershed just over the ridge from the Dolores. My Montezuma Water Company water still comes from the mighty Dolores.)

Droughts, beetle infestations, and a longer fire season each year pose threats to the beautiful forests and clean water that enrich and support our thriving community. This is why I felt heartened by the smiling faces of 30 of my fellow citizens joining the first entirely virtual meeting of the DWRF Collaborative from home offices and kitchen tables.

Since the summer of 2015, this dedicated group of land, water, wildlife, and fire managers; scientists; conservationists; timber entrepreneurs; and government and non-profit leaders have been sharing knowledge and resources toward a community and ecosystem that will be more resilient to wildfire and other disturbances.

After the Ridge Subdivision fire last November, it was very apparent how the seemingly small steps of weed whacking around a building and adding some gravel can change the outcome of a fastmoving wildfire.

After the Ridge Subdivision fire last November, it 
was very apparent how the seemingly small steps 
of weed whacking around a building and adding 
some gravel can change the outcome of a fast-moving wildfire. Photo by Rebecca Samulski.

The DWRF Collaborative has made great strides in the five years since its first gathering, yet there is still a lot of important work that each of us, as community members, can do to reduce wildfire risk, leveraging our rich local knowledge and resources. Wildfire Adapted Partnership (WAP), the Natural Resources Conservation Service (NRCS), Colorado State Forest Service (CSFS), local fire protection districts, and CSU extension have experts who can provide personalized home wildfire risk assessments, private forest management planning (brush and weeds, too), and partial cost reimbursement or other incentive programs to help get the work done.

They also have lists of professionals, those who perform a wide range of vegetation management, including highly skilled sawyers who can work close to your home, equipment operators, and goat herders. Today there are more professional services than ever to meet the needs of your specific property. Many of them are able to operate on private lands, taking extra distancing, safety, and sanitation precautions to provide essential wildfire preparedness services.

Landowners throughout the area have directly benefited from this expert knowledge and connection to support programs. In 2019, 42 landowners completed defensible space cost-share projects with Wildfire Adapted Partnership and 64 used their chipper rental rebate program, including many neighborhood groups (www.wildfireadapted.org).

Roadside thinning was accomplished at a neighborhood scale through the leadership of neighborhood ambassadors, such as in Oakview north of Mancos and Wingspread subdivision overlooking McPhee Reservoir. WAP conducted over 170 walkthrough wildfire risk assessments with homeowners, they also completed over 500 rapid curbside risk assessments for all structures in the town of Dolores. DWRF partners are planning an online event in late May to share the results of the rapid risk assessments along with fire season updates and resources.

See the DWRF website for details (www.dwrfcollaborative.org).

Members of the DWRF collaborative took part in a Zoom meeting in April.

Members of the DWRF collaborative took part in a Zoom meeting in April. Courtesy photo.

Larger properties and those with agricultural status can work with the NRCS or CSFS on forest management plans and implementation projects. The Nature Center at Butler Corner has been able to leverage work on the neighboring San Juan National Forest to get extensive private land thinning done at the interface of forested public and private lands.

Projects like these that span administrative boundaries help protect our communities, enhance personal and professional relationships, and provide an example to others.

Work at Butler Corner has enabled skill development with federal, local fire department, non-profit, and private firefighters burning slash piles in the snow together. The welcome center at Butler Corner has also hosted several educational events such as pine beetle workshops.

In order to be eligible for thinning work, landowners have to remove the fine fuels around their homes and outbuildings. For some this has included adding rock along foundations, cutting back and pulling out bushes (those ones that vex you every time you want to wash the windows anyway) and relocating firewood piles.

There is a lot to be said for the way the DWRF collaborative has been able to convene diverse stakeholders and find common ground, enabling a resurgence of the timber industry.

Aspen Wood Products is producing excelsior on the site where the Western Excelsior Mill burned down in 2017. Small-diameter and low-grade ponderosa pine is being used to create veneer panels for plywood production by the Iron Wood Group.

Montrose Forest Products has re-tooled their dimensional lumber mill, enabling projects that include high-quality ponderosa pine on the San Juan National Forest.

This industry growth has given careful consideration and support to maintain smaller operations like Stonertop, West Fork Lumber, Truelson’s, Ott’s and Gray’s logging and milling. This industry resurgence is exciting for the economy while the way it is being approached is exciting for the sustainability of our forests.

Careful attention is being paid to combining logging and non-commercial thinning of smaller diameter trees and brush with rest, grazing, and prescribed fire. Forest and watershed monitoring and adaptive management protocols are being developed with scientists and conservation leaders working alongside agency resource managers.

Laying gravel to make a 5-inch buffer between vegetation and the foundation is a best practice to make any building more fire resistant.

Laying gravel to make a 5-inch buffer between vegetation and the foundation is a best practice to make any building more fire resistant. Photo courtesy Boulder County Wildfire Partners.

Too often, the national conversation about wildfires ends up focusing only on large-scale logging, prescribed fire and thinning needs on public lands. While those efforts are critical, so too are smaller- scale efforts within and adjacent to our communities. If we really want to reduce the risk to our communities from wildfire, experts and detailed modeling both point to private forests and the areas around our homes as the most critical for avoiding wildfire disasters.

The City of Cortez water plant supervisor is updating the city’s Source Water Protection Plan to include the need for avoiding severe large-scale fires in the Dolores watershed.

Montezuma County is updating their Hazard Mitigation Plan to help capture FEMA support of local pre-disaster mitigation projects.

Cortez Fire has added a new wildfire section supporting private land prescribed burning in their district and working on fuels reduction projects on city land.

Dolores Fire requests support of a mill levy increase this fall to enable them to match grant opportunities with local revenues to replace outdated equipment as the demand for their volunteer services increases.

What will you do?

Published in May 2020 Tagged ,

Montezuma County drafts reopening plan

The Montezuma County commissioners have put forth a draft plan for gradually reopening county businesses and have scheduled an in-person meeting on Thursday at 1 p.m. at the courthouse to discuss feedback on their plan. They said anyone who attends will be expected to observe social distancing.

At an electronic meeting on Tuesday, the board agreed to put out the draft plan, which is available for comment on the county website, www.montezumacounty.org. It was their second electronic meeting in two days, as they also met Monday to discuss the idea of reopening.

On Tuesday, Commissioner Jim Candelaria read a statement reflecting his personal views on the need to get away from the shutdown that has gripped the county and the entire country in response to the COVID-19 pandemic.

“Social distancing may become the new norm; however, we cannot live in fear,” Candelaria said.

He said the county’s residents are “very fortunate to live in a sparsely populated area. . .  it will take several months for any return to true normalcy; however, we have to start somewhere.”

Montezuma County has for several days remained at 13 known cases and two fatalities from the virus.

Candelaria said there is a need to reopen in order to protect people’s livelihoods. “We have seen that many of our fellow Americans have had their livelihoods stripped due to executive orders from the governor, and the fact that the WWE has been deemed essential in Florida raises questions for all of us,” he said.

“At what point is total economic ruin the better option as opposed to moving forward?” he added.

Candelaria said that Southwest Memorial Hospital in Cortez has an additional 60 beds if needed, there are several “Tier 3 and 4 structures” in the community, and Fort Lewis College in Durango has additional beds in case the reopening results in a new spike in coronavirus cases.

“The Southwest  region is prepared for a large-scale outbreak,” he said.

At the meeting on Monday, Dr. Kent Aikin, Southwest Memorial Hospital medicine specialist, made reference to principles for reopening listed by the Johns Hopkins Center for Health Security. One key element is the availability of rapid testing. The county does not have rapid-testing equipment yet, though it has been on order for several weeks, Aikin said.

Contact tracing for people identified as having the virus is also critical, he said.

The head of the county health department, Bobbi Lock, agreed, saying that widespread testing and rapid testing are essential. Increased testing will mean more positive results, which will mean more contact tracing has to be done, she said, and the health department will then need more personnel to do that.

“We will definitely have more positives,” she said, adding that health-care workers know there are positive cases out there but so far have not been able to identify them and trace their contacts.

Aikin said the hospital could probably handle 40 to 45 coronavirus patients of various severity if there were a surge in cases, “assuming a large portion of our staff doesn’t become ill.”

Lock said she understands the need for a balance between people’s health and the economy. She said once businesses begin reopening she doesn’t believe the health department would have the ability to enforce social-distancing and mask-wearing requirements in those establishments.

County attorney John Baxter agreed, saying that would probably require the help of law enforcement.

Cortez Mayor Karen asked how many tests would reasonably be needed for the county’s businesses to open up. Aikin said if the hospital is able to get the required machine and perhaps a thousand tests, “it would go a long way toward helping.” Then, all the residents of long-term-care facilities who are willing could be tested, as well as health-care workers and close contacts of positive cases.

Sheek said the county sounded like it was rushing things.

“Kent and Bobbi have made it clear we are not yet in a position to open up,” she said, adding, “I think we need to pull back just a little bit.”

Manuel Heart, chair of the Ute Mountain Ute Tribe, agreed.

“You guys are premature opening up the businesses,” he said. “I really think this is the calm before the storm.”

He said saving lives needs to be a priority.

The Ute Mountain Ute Tribe is the largest employer in Montezuma County, he noted. So far it has no known cases. However, he said, cases in Arizona and in the Navajo Nation are increasing at a rapid rate.

“All that traffic is going to be coming this way to this city up here in Cortez and it’s going to impact the people there,” he said.

He added that the tribe has been able to get only 24 rapid testing kits. “You’re not going to get a thousand kits,” he said.

But Commissioner Larry Don Suckla said the county is only preparing a plan to reopen “when the governor allows us.”

The state of Colorado has said restrictions will begin to be eased starting April 26.

The debate over when states should allow businesses to reopen has devolved from a rational discussion of how to act wisely and safely, into a political slugfest. Protesters have demonstrated at a number of state capitols, including Denver, some of them saying that death is preferable to economic ruin and that people should just take their chances on getting the virus. Their opponents accuse them of being hypocrites and not valuing human life.

How any reopening will play out in areas such as Montezuma County is unknown. Many of the people who have money to spend in the county are retired and in the category considered high-risk, meaning they are 60 or older and/or have at least one health condition, such as hypertension or diabetes. Whether they will flock back into businesses any time soon even if they open their doors is uncertain.

Montezuma County’s offices are set to reopen on Monday, with precautions in place such as social distancing. Some offices, such as Planning and Zoning, will require people to call ahead and make appointments before they see anyone.

Meanwhile, the number of cases of coronavirus in Colorado rose to 10,447 on Tuesday, an increase of 341 cases, not as large an increase as the day before. The state reported 486 deaths, up by 37, which is a large hike, and 2,003 hospitalizations.

The Navajo Nation reported 1,206 cases with 48 deaths. The number of cases is actually less than it was reporting the day before, indicating some sort of error, and the deaths were up by 3.

New Mexico had seven new deaths, five of which happened to people in long-term care, for a total of 65 fatalities, according to KOB  4 news. The state has a total of 2,072 cases. A quarter of people who have been infected have recovered.

Arizona reported 5,251 cases, up by 187, a bigger increase than the day before, and 21 new deaths for a total of 208.

Utah had 3,296 cases, an increase of just 83, but it now has 32 deaths, an increase of 5 over the previous day.

Published in May 2020 Tagged ,

We should attack COVID-19 as we would a wildfire

2003 was a terrible wildfire year for the United States. As an incident commander for the federal wildland fire community, I led my team on many assignments across the country, working under the Incident Command System. This proven system is based on common terminology, qualifications, and certifications; coordination of resources; and mutual aid. It has worked for wildland fire management since the 1970s.

The beauty of the Incident Command System is the ability to beef up response or scale it back as circumstances evolve. For example, in 2003 multiple incident management teams were deployed to control Montana wildfires. An “area commander” was also assigned to help. Like a general in the military, an area commander has the experience, knowledge, and ability to provide leadership and allocate limited resources. In 2003, this Incident Command System enabled us to bring these fires under control.

What is gravely missing in the U.S. response to COVID 19 is the Incident Command System approach. Leaving it up to governors to compete against one another for ventilators and to issue different guidelines is a recipe for disaster. Doctors and nurses have yet to receive the personal protective equipment they so desperately need, and the public is getting mixed signals. This crisis calls for a clear chain of command and an entity that can coordinate the response of all the states.

The president needs to appoint someone under the Incident Command System who has the skills he and his team lack. It’s time to contain this wildfire.

Fred Bird is a retired wildland fireman who lives in McElmo Canyon outside of Cortez. He fought wildland fires for 31 years.

Published in Guest Column Tagged ,

Dolores says no to OHVs in town, yes to pot shops

Residents of the town of Dolores gave a resounding no to a proposal to allow off-highway vehicles to operate within town limits, with 241 no votes to 92. The election results were announced Tuesday night.

In other voting in Dolores, Chad Wheelus was elected mayor over Gerald Whited, 207 to 108.

Andy Lewis, Sheila Wheeler and Val Truelson were elected to the town board with 203, 175 and 170 votes, respectively.

A question asking whether to permit medical marijuana stores in the town won approval, 197 votes to 129.

Medical and retail marijuana product manufacturing facilities in town limits were also approved in a separate question, 186 to 146.

Medical and retail marijuana testing manufacturing facilities passed 188 votes to 137.

Medical and retail marijuana cultivation facilities won approval, 171 votes to 158.

On a municipal special occupation tax question for medical and retail marijuana, the votes were 205 for, 128 against.

A municipal excise tax question also related to marijuana passed, 208 to 116 against.

Published in April 2020

Cortez elects five to council

Rachel Medina (860 votes), Arlina Yazzie (707), David Rainey (653), Amy Huckins (618) and Sue Betts (610) have won seats on Cortez’s City Council.

Medina, Yazzie and Rainey have won four-year seats, Huckins and Betts two-year seats.

The new council members will be sworn in on April 28.

Fourteen candidates competed in the election. Five seats were open instead of the typical four because one former member, Jill Carlson, had resigned in December 2019.

Medina works for Montezuma County in the mapping department. Yazzie works at Cortez Integrated Healthcare. Rainey is a retired teacher who works as a substitute teacher. Huckins manages WildEdge Brewing Collective in Cortez, and Betts is a retired Cortez police officer. Betts is the only council incumbent who was running for re-election.

The other two incumbents, who are in the middle of their terms, are Michael Lavey and Orly Lucero.

The other candidates and their votes were: Joe Farley (578), Jason Witt (567), Bill Bankers (489),  Rafe O”Brien (458), Raymond Goodall (450), Stephanie Carver (409), Geof Byerly (367), Leroy Roberts (297) and Justin Vasterling (251).

Published in April 2020

Dolores River Festival canceled

The 202 Dolores River Festival, set for June, has been canceled because of the coronavirus pandemic.

Below is a release:

Dear Friends, Patrons, and Supporters of the Dolores River Festival,

It is with our deep regret that we must cancel the 2020 Dolores River Festival. While we would love to see all of your smiling faces the first weekend in June, this year is just too risky. Everyone’s health is of paramount importance in these times. We have also postponed our Earth Day-timed MountainFilm on Tour and Great Outdoors Silent Auction until October. We wish good health for you and your families.

Thank you for your continued support and maybe we’ll see you on the river on a sunny day soon.

Peace, Love, and Social Distancing,

Scott Clow

Board of Directors, Greater Dolores Action

 

Published in April 2020 Tagged ,

Television and commercials

Glad to be back. I took a month off because of the flu. Being an old fossil, it was rough and the recovery long. I even had gotten a flu shot back in October. Guess I got a different kind. If I get the Coronavirus, it will doubtless be the end of me.

Valar morghulis.

While laying around not doing much, I watched a lot of TV.

As a staunch supporter of the First Amendment, I was surprised at myself for wishing certain commercials should be banned. I guess I’ll just have to grin and bear it and use my mute button.

Most ads are OK. Mild, sometimes informative, sometimes humorous.

Some are not. Dumb, obnoxious, misleading. ridiculous scenarios and above all, annoying.

Here are my opinions of certain ads:

Lawyer ads. I don’t like lawyers in general because they charge huge fees and take advantage of people who are mostly desperate and are in a jam. The ones who advertise seem to me like a bunch of ambulance chasers who grab a large portion of what they can squeeze out of some big pockets. Sue, sue, sue. Money, money, money.

Prescription drugs: Many prescription drugs are incredibly expensive. The whole pharmaceutical industry makes me hope there is really a Hell. Again, they take advantage of folks who are really in need of help. I would think they could save millions and lower the price of their drugs by not spending so much on advertising.

Some of the listed side effects seem worse than the disease they are supposed to help. Stroke? Death? C’mon!

I personally have refused to take certain drugs because of the incredible cost or that the side effects made me feel so bad that they degraded my quality of life.

And why are these same drugs cheaper in other countries?

I have seen a pharmaceutical company ad promoting the use of a prescription drug followed directly by a lawyer ad encouraging suing about that very same drug.

Alcoholic beverages and smokeless tobacco: While I’m sure many of you drink responsibly, many cannot, as evidenced by the “Crime Waves” feature of this paper.

I think Tobacco is poison in any form. The manufacturers know it yet they keep pushing it. Why do we, as a society, allow this?

I see no reason to ballyhoo either of these products.

Insurance companies: A few of these ads are actually funny. Most are not. I think they’re dumb, insipid and idiotic.  Also Medicare Supplemental and Advantage insurance ads. Some seem to me to be misleading and the small print is impossible to read and digest in the short time it’s displayed. Even with a 4K UHD TV.

Sometimes it’s the character in the ad that irritates me. The guy with the big bird and the waitress-looking chick from insurance companies are both on my Mute Button list. So is the creepy member of royalty from the burger joint.

I like the AFLAC duck and sometimes the GEICO gecko and other GEICO characters.

Trivia: AFLAC stands for American Family Life Assurance Company and GEICO is Government Employees Insurance Company, (It was originally founded to target Government employees but will insure anyone who qualifies.

The use of retired football players and some old actors as spokespersons offends my intelligence. Are we to take these people as some kind of experts or demigods? They’re just football players. Actors, if good, demean themselves. (How the mighty have fallen!)

Similarly testimonials. “BAB-O is the best cleanser ever!” Do they think we don’t know these people are paid? Or actors? Or both? Do you think any ad would state “Our product is worthless and overpriced.” (Is BAB-O even made any more?)

Some ads are repeated within seconds or minutes of their first airing. What Einstein thinks this is a good idea? Likewise the ads at the bottom of your screen about upcoming shows or whatever. These are soooo annoying and a huge pain in the butt and I wish they would be banned. They often block portions of the picture of the show I’m watching. You can’t mute them. They’re just in the way.

Cartoons for children: Today’s cartoon shows are dismal. Artwork is crude, animation poor and characters are sometimes crude as well. Disrespectful, ill-mannered and smart-mouthed. I guess this is how you want to teach your children to behave as they’re so popular.

Disney, Warner Brothers and Hanna-Barbera, among other oldies but goodies, would have never produced such poor shows.

The radio has lame ads of its own. When in Cortez I listened to the radio a lot. I found those too often repeated ads from a casino to be a reason to turn off my radio. Likewise those from an auto dealership in Farmington where the voice yelled loudly all the time. I’d never buy a car from them.

I often will deliberately NOT buy a product or service just because I dislike their ads.

The talk shows I listen to often have the personalities give commercials in their own voices for products I consider overpriced and not very special. They tout them as “Giving them the best sleep ever” or other such statements. Do they think we don’t know that they are being paid to say this and have probably been given free the products they’re touting? I think this practice hurts the credibility of the host for their entire show.

The internet is nothing but one huge rolling billboard. Ads are so numerous it’s often difficult to follow what you’re trying to read.  Thank God for popup blockers. Popups were some of the most annoying ads ever.

Worst of all, the internet browser tracks your information and dumps more ads on you for things you might be talked into wasting your money on.

In 1961, newly named by President Kennedy FCC Chairman Newton N. Minow called television a “Vast Wasteland” and urged networks to improve programming to be more in the Public Interest. This advice went largely ignored. Thus leaving us almost 60 years later with many times the number of channels and… a vast wasteland.

I urge you to look up Minow’s speech on the internet and read it in it’s entirety.

Like Eisenhower’s warning about the Military Industrial Complex in the 50s. This great advice failed to improve anything. We are still buried in violence, insipid shows and programs without much redeeming social value.

What are we teaching our children? People let their kids watch wrestling and martial arts competitions where they learn that violence is cool and perhaps a good way to solve problems.

Yes, there are some great movies and shows on these days but most are a morass of mediocrity and pap.

People, we should be able to do better than this.

Glad to be back. I took a month off because of the flu. Being an old fossil, it was rough and the recovery long. I even had gotten a flu shot back in October. Guess I got a different kind. If I get the Coronavirus, it will doubtless be the end of me.

Valar morghulis.

While laying around not doing much, I watched a lot of TV.

As a staunch supporter of the First Amendment, I was surprised at myself for wishing certain commercials should be banned. I guess I’ll just have to grin and bear it and use my mute button.

Most ads are OK. Mild, sometimes informative, sometimes humorous.

Some are not. Dumb, obnoxious, misleading. ridiculous scenarios and above all, annoying.

Here are my opinions of certain ads:

Lawyer ads. I don’t like lawyers in general because they charge huge fees and take advantage of people who are mostly desperate and are in a jam. The ones who advertise seem to me like a bunch of ambulance chasers who grab a large portion of what they can squeeze out of some big pockets. Sue, sue, sue. Money, money, money.

Prescription drugs: Many prescription drugs are incredibly expensive. The whole pharmaceutical industry makes me hope there is really a Hell. Again, they take advantage of folks who are really in need of help. I would think they could save millions and lower the price of their drugs by not spending so much on advertising.

Some of the listed side effects seem worse than the disease they are supposed to help. Stroke? Death? C’mon!

I personally have refused to take certain drugs because of the incredible cost or that the side effects made me feel so bad that they degraded my quality of life.

And why are these same drugs cheaper in other countries?

I have seen a pharmaceutical company ad promoting the use of a prescription drug followed directly by a lawyer ad encouraging suing about that very same drug.

Alcoholic beverages and smokeless tobacco: While I’m sure many of you drink responsibly, many cannot, as evidenced by the “Crime Waves” feature of this paper.

I think Tobacco is poison in any form. The manufacturers know it yet they keep pushing it. Why do we, as a society, allow this?

I see no reason to ballyhoo either of these products.

Insurance companies: A few of these ads are actually funny. Most are not. I think they’re dumb, insipid and idiotic.  Also Medicare Supplemental and Advantage insurance ads. Some seem to me to be misleading and the small print is impossible to read and digest in the short time it’s displayed. Even with a 4K UHD TV.

Sometimes it’s the character in the ad that irritates me. The guy with the big bird and the waitress-looking chick from insurance companies are both on my Mute Button list. So is the creepy member of royalty from the burger joint.

I like the AFLAC duck and sometimes the GEICO gecko and other GEICO characters.

Trivia: AFLAC stands for American Family Life Assurance Company and GEICO is Government Employees Insurance Company, (It was originally founded to target Government employees but will insure anyone who qualifies.

The use of retired football players and some old actors as spokespersons offends my intelligence. Are we to take these people as some kind of experts or demigods? They’re just football players. Actors, if good, demean themselves. (How the mighty have fallen!)

Similarly testimonials. “BAB-O is the best cleanser ever!” Do they think we don’t know these people are paid? Or actors? Or both? Do you think any ad would state “Our product is worthless and overpriced.” (Is BAB-O even made any more?)

Some ads are repeated within seconds or minutes of their first airing. What Einstein thinks this is a good idea? Likewise the ads at the bottom of your screen about upcoming shows or whatever. These are soooo annoying and a huge pain in the butt and I wish they would be banned. They often block portions of the picture of the show I’m watching. You can’t mute them. They’re just in the way.

Cartoons for children: Today’s cartoon shows are dismal. Artwork is crude, animation poor and characters are sometimes crude as well. Disrespectful, ill-mannered and smart-mouthed. I guess this is how you want to teach your children to behave as they’re so popular.

Disney, Warner Brothers and Hanna-Barbera, among other oldies but goodies, would have never produced such poor shows.

The radio has lame ads of its own. When in Cortez I listened to the radio a lot. I found those too often repeated ads from a casino to be a reason to turn off my radio. Likewise those from an auto dealership in Farmington where the voice yelled loudly all the time. I’d never buy a car from them.

I often will deliberately NOT buy a product or service just because I dislike their ads.

The talk shows I listen to often have the personalities give commercials in their own voices for products I consider overpriced and not very special. They tout them as “Giving them the best sleep ever” or other such statements. Do they think we don’t know that they are being paid to say this and have probably been given free the products they’re touting? I think this practice hurts the credibility of the host for their entire show.

The internet is nothing but one huge rolling billboard. Ads are so numerous it’s often difficult to follow what you’re trying to read.  Thank God for popup blockers. Popups were some of the most annoying ads ever.

Worst of all, the internet browser tracks your information and dumps more ads on you for things you might be talked into wasting your money on.

In 1961, newly named by President Kennedy FCC Chairman Newton N. Minow called television a “Vast Wasteland” and urged networks to improve programming to be more in the Public Interest. This advice went largely ignored. Thus leaving us almost 60 years later with many times the number of channels and… a vast wasteland.

I urge you to look up Minow’s speech on the internet and read it in it’s entirety.

Like Eisenhower’s warning about the Military Industrial Complex in the 50s. This great advice failed to improve anything. We are still buried in violence, insipid shows and programs without much redeeming social value.

What are we teaching our children? People let their kids watch wrestling and martial arts competitions where they learn that violence is cool and perhaps a good way to solve problems.

Yes, there are some great movies and shows on these days but most are a morass of mediocrity and pap.

People, we should be able to do better than this.

Published in Doug Karhan

Finding my place amid a global pandemic

Finding my place amid a global pandemic

 

Sitting at the kitchen window, heavy March snow falling, my eyes fix on an invisible spot on the southwestern skyline. These vistas are expansive; horizons form straight lines interrupted only intermittently by mountain peaks shooting skyward from flat sage plains. My eye searches the horizon south of the Abajo Mountains, the Blues, as the Mormon settlers called them. There is a river canyon out there cutting through expanses of stone in the most barren and remote of landscapes – a river, in a desert, where my heart lives.

I welcome the precipitation, I pray “Please. Heal us.”

As I write this, my boyfriend, Jay and I have been “socially distanced” from our community for weeks because we may have been exposed to Covid-19. Colorado is under shelter-in-place orders. All are on edge, knowing that this beast is coming. It has been oozing from the big cities into our remote, rural communities. The first victim in my town is sick. People are alone, lonely, terrified.

I am by nature a loner. I prefer to do things without others. Chosen social distancing makes me feel whole, while forced isolation is terrifying.

I am grateful that Jay and I are together; that we are not quarantined apart from each other; that I still have human connection. There is a tenderness between us that helps quell the anxiety.

Although, in times like these, what I most need is chosen isolation, in the desert, by the river, listening to mating geese, watching as hints of green flourish into the myriad colors of a spring bloom in southeastern Utah.

The desert is closed. No one is allowed to visit. The empty spaces that I crave are inaccessible. The Corona Virus is consuming resources. We all have to make sacrifices.

I never imagined that this would be mine.

It feels suffocating. The one spot on the map that would allow me some solace during this crazy, upended time in history is off-limits.

I went to the desert the day before the closure, to a remote site by the river where my children grew up. It is my home away from home.

My refuge.

I stopped to open a gate. The West is the land of gates. Gates keep cattle in. They keep cattle out. If you are driving on a dirt road, you are going to deal with gates.

Drive up close, put truck in park, hop out, open gate, get back in truck, inch forward 10 feet, put truck back in park, hop out again, close the gate, latch the gate, run back to the running truck, hop in, drive 200 yards, repeat.

I latched the gates firmly behind me hoping to deter any additional visitors to my small and secluded destination. I was not prepared to share. Indeed, I was ready to pull the Corona Virus card if anyone tried to join me. How desperately I needed this time, in this place, to forget about what was happening, to breathe fresh air and feel normal, not toxic. To take solace in the first inklings of spring. To be in the most fragile of landscapes and know that it has endured so very much. It is resilient. I too can endure.

The desert is defined by water and yet, to the unseeing eye, there is very little of it. I marvel at the abundance of life existing with such limited sustenance. I delight in each pollywog, fiery bloom of paintbrush, and critter that skulks around my pillow at night as I slumber on the slickrock.

The desert is the epitome of strength, tenacity, and delicacy. Once totally submerged under an inland sea, layers of multi-hued sand came to rest on top of one another, forming horizontal stripes of earth that vary from sage green to brick red to the color of heavy whipping cream. After the seas retreated and the tectonic plates slammed into each other, a ridge of sandstone jutted up out of the earth forming an 80-foot long monocline that exposes the gorgeous underbelly of our planet. It is upside-down country. It is stark, windswept, and bold.

The San Juan River has eroded a channel through this uplift, dividing north and south, the United States and the Navajo Nation. From the river, this formation runs 28 miles due north to the Abajos. This is the landscape of my soul.

Many, my mother included, find this rockscape to be ugly, hostile, boring. I love barren, love dry, love prickly, thorny, scratchy, empty. When I gaze across these remote stretches of petrified sand, seemingly devoid of life, I see not only beauty but also determination and fortitude; the desert is for survivors – hearty, adaptable beings. This display of nature’s scrappiness creates space for me to find my footing when the world feels completely inhospitable.

Beneath the fragile life existing on this raw expanse of sunbaked land lies a rock-solid foundation. When I feel untethered, I need an anchor. I need reminders that I am stronger than I feel. The past 3 years of my life were brutal. Every single area of my life fell to pieces leaving me broken and bereft. I found comfort only in the silence and magnificence of a landscape carved in stone.

The desert, while appearing desolate and empty, is teeming with life. To one who finds miracles in the minutia, knowing that there are thriving, living beings here, where water is so scarce as to be considered non-existent by the unseeing, is miraculous.

The San Juan winds its way through layers of umber, ochre, bluff, and sienna. The corridors along this waterway house cottonwood trees of gargantuan proportions. Mormon tea. Silverleaf buffaloberry. Russian olives fill the air with their heavy sweetness. Prickly pear and primrose. Globemallow. Sego lilies. Within these oases live beaver, bighorn sheep, mountain lions, herons, egrets, razorback suckers, humpback chubs. Raven and canyon wren melodies echo through the labyrinthine folds of these cliff walls.

Before we were here, the dinosaurs were. After them, people served up wooly mammoth for dinner. The next folks built their homes in remote alcoves in the canyons, made pottery, wrote on walls. These homes and rock art still exist all of these years later. I think about another woman, 1,000 years ago sitting in this exact spot also cooling her feet in the river savoring a respite from her husband, children, her daily life.

Herein lies a hidden wealth of life in a seemingly unlivable habitat.

The desert is a smorgasbord for the senses: the infinite vistas, the consuming silence, the pungent smells, vibrant colors, searing heat, the abrasive textures, the taste of salt that pervades everything. You can smell water long before you see it.

Sleeping on the riverbank soothes my addled brain. This desert waterway slowly, sinuously, winds its way through the cliffs, carrying close to 25 million tons of silt. In the quiet, I hear rocks gently shifting on the bottom and the sand sliding through the water: shhhhhh, shhhhhh, shhhhhhhhh.

Many years ago while asleep on this beach, I was awakened by a blood-curdling scream followed by an agonized moan.

My half-asleep brain told me “That was a mountain lion killing a cow. Not good.”

“Deep breath, Suzy-Q. It’s okay. It’s across the river.”

I then spent the rest of the night on high alert, my dog cowering inside my sleeping bag, wondering, “Can cats swim?”

I need experiences like this to maintain my sanity. Others may find that terrifyingly weird. Not everyone will understand why a potential mauling-by-lion would aid in chasing the squirrels out of the attic.

I can’t explain why this particular place has this particular effect on me. It permeates both my body and soul as if the muddy river runs in my veins, thick and red. My skin darkens to the deep walnut color of the Navajo Sandstone. When I am there, the lines blur between the earth and me. When I return, a piece of me remains in that bare-boned landscape.

Maybe it is the silence.

In my sleeping bag, on the slickrock, the sky is crammed full of stars whose light reflects off the cliff walls. I listen. For any sound. For some near or distant chirp, scratch, shuffle, but there is nothing. There is absolute emptiness. Silence so deep you can hear the pulse of the earth’s heartbeat.

For some, this amount of space and quiet is daunting. It calms me. This is a place big enough to cradle me in its curved mounds of dunestone. It is expansive enough to absorb all of my inner turmoil.

In the desert, life forms are so reliant on such a scarce amount of water, that when the water doesn’t come, creatures must adapt. Flower blooms are neither as vibrant nor as prolific. Collared lizards and coyotes hunker down, only moving around in the cool dark cover of night.

When the spring rains don’t fall, the spadefoot toad remains in hibernation underground, possibly for years at a time, patiently awaiting a rainfall grand enough to entice him out of isolation. When the clouds do burst open with moisture brought in from the distant seas, these little brown hoppers emerge from the mud, quench their thirst, have lots of sex, fill the potholes with pollywogs, and dive back underground until the next wet season.

Here, now, with this virus tearing around the globe, we have become spadefoot toads scurrying into hibernation until the world becomes more hospitable – until life is no longer threatened. We humans must do this to survive in these days of sickness and uncertainty.

So, as much as I feel the need to be there, in that landscape of strength and resiliency, as much as I feel as if I am suffocating, I understand that right now, I need to be a toad.

The isolation is lonely. This is unnerving. I cannot fathom how the world will have changed in the time between my writing this and you reading it. Being separated from my family rattles me to the core. My mother is alone, vulnerable, and mourning the recent death of my father. My children are a mere 30 miles away and yet I can’t hold them. I have to believe that we will all be okay.

Here in my bubble, with my dogs and this wonderful man, there is grace and quiet. I feel safe when our pack is together. Our relationship has shifted. Getting together for an evening feels less like a date and more like building a cocoon. We are spending more time in each other’s homes than we normally do. The physical contact is comforting; thighs touching on the couch as we read, his arms around me while I sleep, my face pressed into the dip between his shoulder blades where it fits so perfectly. I need these pauses. The serenity that envelops Jay and me as we watch two red-tailed hawks build a nest for their young, gives me a foundation when I feel as if mine is shaky.

I am momentarily managing without my desert refuge. I will be grateful for my views of the Abajos, my beacon on the horizon reminding me that my heartspace is nearby. I will be satisfied with the little trickles of red sand spilling out of my running shoes as I put them on to head out in the falling snow.

The water falling from the sky is sustaining, healing. It brings hope and affirmation that there is goodness all around us. It reminds me that we are fragile, yet so very strong.

There is life, thriving, in the most barren of worlds – in the desert and also in this time of sickness, fear, anxiety, death.

Like the landscape of my soul, we are resilient.

Of this, I have no doubt.

Suzanne Strazza is an award-winning writer who lives in Mancos, Colo.

 

 

 

 

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Montezuma County has one COVID-19 fatality

Montezuma County announced has two new cases of COVID-19 in addition to the one already known. One of those cases resulted in a fatality, according to a press release from the county health department. The announcement was made on Thursday, April 2. Below is the release:

Montezuma County Announces Two New COVID19 Cases

Today, Montezuma County Public Health Department announced two new positive cases of COVID19. One of those cases has resulted in a COVID19-related fatality.Due to privacy laws, no more information about the infected individuals will be released. Montezuma County Public Health Department is conducting contact tracing according to CDC protocols.All Montezuma County residents should assume that the COVID-19 virus is present in the community, and will continue to spread if people do not adhere to the Stay At Home Executive Order. Carefully consider what essential travel means and limit time away from your home.Dr. Kent Aikin and MCPHD Director Bobbi Lock will be joining the Southwest Health System’s Facebook Live today at 4:30 PM to answer questions

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Birds of a feather

ACCIDENTALS BY SUSAN GAINESWhen first we meet Gabriel Haynes, the narrator of Susan M. Gaines’ luminous sophomore novel, the year is 1999 and he is a recent college graduate with a cubicle-farm job, newly divorced parents, and an abiding passion for birding. That’s when Gabe’s mother Lili, a naturalized U.S. citizen and junior college professor, surprises her son by announcing her intention to leave her comfortable Bay Area home – “I can’t stand this big monster country anymore!” – and return to her native Uruguay after a 30-year absence in order to begin her life anew, growing organic vegetables on her late father’s abandoned estancia. Wouldn’t Gabe like to come along and spend a few weeks helping her get settled?

Thus begins Gabe’s life-altering immersion not just in his mother’s side of the family and not just in the culture and natural environment of their modern Uruguay, but also in the country’s dark political history. Gabe’s uncle Juan Luis Quiroga is an avowed capitalist who envisions the estancia as a commercial rice farm once he’s diverted the stream that feeds the isolated marsh in which Gabe, soon after his arrival, discovers a new and endangered avian species. Gabe’s uncle Rubén Quiroga, now a happy-go-lucky divorcee, had been a political dissident in the early 1970s, a time when Uruguay’s civic-military dictatorship was employing torture and murder to brutally suppress its leftist Tupamoro insurgency. Rubén, moreover, had once loved and abetted Eva Paden, Lili’s best girlhood friend who, after Lili’s departure for California, went on to become a legendary guerilla fighter and martyr to the Tupamoro cause.

Shuttling between his abuela’s home in Montevideo and the family’s rural estancia, Gabe is initially content to assist Lili with her gardening projects, explore the city he vaguely recalls from his childhood visits, and spend his free time birding. All of this changes, however, once Gabe has a chance encounter with Alejandra Silva, a beautiful microbiologist collecting water samples on a neighboring farm. Alejandra, you see, is Eva Paden’s orphaned daughter, and once the initial flirtation between Alejandra and Gabe blossoms into an earnest love affair, the complex interconnections between and among their respective families threaten to tear the young lovers asunder.

Accidentals, then, is a love story set against a backdrop of family strife and secrets – a kind of Shakespearean tragedy freighted with Cold War politics, environmental urgency, and birds. (The book’s title derives from the term for a bird that’s unexpectedly sighted far from its native habitat.) While it’s unsurprising that Gaines, a geochemist who codirects the Fiction Meets Science Program at the University of Bremen, knows her stuff when it comes to Gabe’s ornithology and Alejandra’s microbial biology, what will surprise and delight readers of this sprawling, heart-wrenching novel is her masterful storytelling and beautifully-wrought prose, not to mention her gift for confecting fully realized characters whose emotional struggles resonate throughout and linger long after the book’s final chapter.

While some readers might find their attention diverted either by the novel’s languid early pace or by its occasional digressions into scientific minutiae, they may rest assured that the emotional pyrotechnics of the story’s final third will provide more than ample reward. So for a deeply immersive foray into the thorny thickets of politics, nature, history, love, and family, Accidentals ($18.95, Torrey House Press) is a spellbinding novel from a writer whom you may not (yet) know, but whose praises you’ll soon be singing.

Chuck Greaves/C. Joseph Greaves is the author of six novels, most recently Church of the Graveyard Saints, the Four Corners/One Book community reading selection for 2019-2020. You can visit him at www.chuckgreaves.com.

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Planting the Goldilocks garden

I found myself playing in a garden for the first time in a long while and stopped to wonder why. Normally, I don’t find gardening drudgery, but I work in my garden. It is a serious and efficient food-growing and gathering ground with on-going combat against all that would stop me from the highest yield. Not play. So, I paused to consider the characteristics of this garden that made it a playground.

I am caretaking for friends in southern Arizona, so I didn’t plant the seeds for this garden originally, though I am compelled to keep growing these cute vegetables. Not only that, I didn’t plan or build this garden. It is rather small, with two 4-foot-by-4-foot raised beds tucked inside an adobe wall. It has southern sun exposure and a drip irrigation system programmed by a hose timer. Despite its small size, it produced enough ingredients for a gorgeous salad last night including lettuce, arugula, radishes, carrots, and cherry tomatoes. Maybe size does matter? Unlike my own production-scale garden, I find myself lovingly tending each plant, and looking forward to every single cherry tomato instead of dreading the buckets of tomatoes that must be harvested and processed before the early frost each September. Huh?

As it is garden planning time, perhaps I can apply my newfound insight to my own garden this year. My usual strategy is to map out my battle plan based on what has grown well and what might not be available in quantity at the local Farmers’ Markets. For example, there are never enough golden or Chioggia beets at any market to satisfy me. Therefore, beets usually command a row or two in the garden. If I was really efficient, I would undertake succession planting and stagger the planting of the rows by a few weeks. That is something I can’t pull off because it is too militant. I rely on my urge to plant as well as the phase of the moon, personal energy level, and the weather report to set my planting days. I believe it keeps my overall approach to gardening a bit more random. Huh?

Another possibility would be to scale back so I can lovingly focus on each individual vegetable. Plant less? Impossible! What if it is finally a good potato crop after two years of utter failure? I will regret not growing more. However, if it is a good potato year there will be plenty of tasty varieties available at the Farmers’ Market and the prices will be reasonable with a large supply. There are other advantages to a physically smaller garden. When the hard freeze warning was sounded a few weeks ago, it took one sheet and a couple of clothes pins to completely protect the play garden from frost. Hmmph?

I usually determine the quantity that I plant each year by the size of the seed packet I purchased back in January when I was dreaming of anything green and growing. Suffice it to say, I usually order the 1-ounce size rather than the 1-gram size, though the purchase price may hold back my enthusiasm as my seed budget is pretty small. In the play garden, I use seed packets acquired at the local public library. It took me a moment to understand how it works since I would not be returning the seeds anytime soon and did not like the idea of paying an overdue fine while I waited for the plants to mature. Turns out, it is just one of the many public services that local libraries, like Mancos, are offering these days. It is more of a seed exchange. What is a library other than a book exchange? As with any library, the seed collection is carefully curated and cataloged so you can easily find the seeds you want and information about how to grow them. What I found revelatory is the small packets offered; about 20 seeds, enough to plant a row in the play garden. At this scale, I find myself carefully tracking the emergence of each pea that I planted a week ago and was utterly delighted to discover a straight line of radishes underneath the mustard I harvested. Hmm.

It appears the key to my personal garden happiness is inversely related to the scale of the garden. To quote E.F. Schumacher, “Small is beautiful.” Since I enjoy planting as much as harvesting, perhaps I could incorporate succession planting into my gardening routine, so I am continually delighted by emerging plants and a manageable harvest. With my constant craving for something new, I could save some of the garden area for a “monsoon” plot that takes advantage of the rainy afternoons in July and August to grow vegetable varieties that thrive in this weather pattern. I may even try a cover crop to keep the areas that aren’t in vegetable cultivation weed-controlled and grow soil instead. Eureka! That makes my garden sound much more like a playground than a battle ground. I think I have uncovered the keys to a garden that is just right for me.

Carolyn Dunmire gardens, cooks, and writes in Cahone, Colo

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