Silent Battlegrounds

 

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Nature has always invigorated me. As a child, I had reoccurring dreams of protecting the forest in a past life. I thought I could feel the trees speaking to me. We didn’t do too much outdoor vacationing, but I escaped when I could. As an adult, I find nature as much as possible.

“In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks” -John Muir

No matter where I am in life, an adventure into the wild realigns me, or sometimes shines a light onto aspects of myself that had been caked in dust and darkness. Either way, I feel particles of dead skin slipping off me.

File_000 (16)The Grand Staircase Escalante in Utah enraptured me. I had been to the Grand Canyon which is majestic and glorious on it’s own, but this place…this canyon…it had a different kind of magic. The 1.9 Million acres of public lands are still incredibly wild and feels isolated. The area we camped in, near Calf Creek Falls, was on top of the massive canyon walls. Because it is public land, you can camp just about anywhere, all they ask is that you pack it in, pack it out (trash and poop included), have a sticker for your car so they know you’re there, and preferably find a pre-camped in spot (usually indicated by a small stone fire pit). We had a fun time picking out the perfect spot to pitch our tent, then hiked to the edge of the walls just as the sun was setting. The view was astounding; desertous terrain on top, lush green below. The air was pure and clean, and besides the presence of my friend, I felt utterly and marvelously alone.

I felt suddenly so connected to my species. So connected to the soil and the air and the trees. We live in a society that seems to want to deny our connection to the beauty of earth. Almost like the young child desperate to prove he is not like his father by going in the opposite direction no matter the cost. We destroy and level to put our own creations in place. We extract and cripple and mar the landscape as if we could make it more beautiful. As if we could do better. We live on a planet that has so many different climates and temperaments. And we have learned how to survive in almost every one of them. And that’s an amazing accomplishment. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that we need to use the resources of the land in order to survive, but when is it too much?

There’s a big debate going on with the Grand Staircase. It’s been going on for years, but now the Trump administration is assessing the problem. Bill Clinton was apparently pretty shady about how he designated the land as a protected space. He had the right as president to do so, but he didn’t warn state officials. Instead, he signed the papers and made the announcement without consulting the locals. To add insult to injury, the press picture of the signing shows Clinton at a desk on top of what we are meant to assume is the Grand Staircase. It is, in fact, the Grand Canyon.

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(From a CBS news article)-Bill Clinton and Al Gore at the Grand Canyon signing a bill designating the Grand Staircase as a National Monument

Many locals were none too happy about the decision. 1.9 million acres is a whole lot of grazing and coal mining land which was taken from them. Tourism has increased the economy, sure, but it’s not as reliable and is usually more minimum wage jobs, not a ton you can sustain yourself on. Many people are arguing to cut down the size of the monument.

That’s really not a bad compromise, until you think about the administration that would do the cutting. For what purpose? It seems to be that the recent trend in Washington is to ignore the good of the people and keep the elite happy, so what is in it for them? Resources. The non-renewable kind hiding underneath the surface.

Non-renewable. Let’s think about that for a moment.

IMG_7270Once they are gone, and we’ve destroyed the land, not to mention the physical evidence of our ancestors, what then? Without trees, we can’t survive. Without clean water, we cannot survive. End of story. Preserving the land is not about wanting to save the Earth, not really, it’s an act of self preservation-humans cannot survive without the Earth providing for us.

But the debate is bigger than just the Grand Staircase. The current administration is analyzing 640 million acres of land protected under the antiquities act. And here I was considering 1.9 Million a big number. Basically what would happen if they deem the sites too big, they will give a huge chunk of that land back to the states, many of whom are already making plans to sell the land into private hands for resource extraction.

Interesting how the most beautiful land is the most resource rich underneath.

I think it was there. At sunset with an amazing human on an amazing piece of Earth where the idea really solidified. This was a huge part of my purpose with these pieces, with this blog. To share the experiences in public lands. I am incredibly grateful to have experienced this marvelous landscape and share my experience with you. I have my opinions about conserving the land, but I want you to make your own and share them with us. Go to the places and experience them for yourself and share what you discover. If we wait too long, the areas may be destroyed and there will be nothing but human made scars to discover.

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Journey Through the Desert Pt. 1

{by Daniel}

“Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.” – Isabelle Eberhardt

Sunday June 4th, 2017. 8am.

I quickly rubbed the sleep from my eyes, headed downstairs and got the coffee going. It was the first day of a long awaited journey southwest and although I hadn’t slept much, I was feeling very much alive. I’d been to the Rockies plenty, driven all the way through them on Interstate 70 a few times… but this time we wouldn’t be stopping for gigs and rundown hotels. This time was different.

I poured a mug full to the brim and found Amy at the door, as focused and determined as I’d ever seen her. It was time, finally. We rounded up the rest of the gear we hadn’t packed the night before, strapped the bikes up and headed west, glad to be going far from this tired old slaughtertown.

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The Plan

While the ultimate mission was to take Bonnie where she had dreamed of going in life, we both needed some true adventure; free from the oppressing nature of a profit-driven society, and timestamps, and bills and the never ending chatter of cell phones. We needed to feel human again, that is, connected to this planet, resonant with its winds. To taste the gritty dirt in our teeth, to roam freely as wild animals do. To follow our hearts and spirits and trust in our innate ability to just be.

We had eight days and roughly 3,000 miles ahead of us.

The first stop was Denver, naturally, to visit our lifelong friend Joel, his wonderful partner Alex, and his little Welsh Terrier, Bradley. Amy whipped up some amazing spaghetti and meatballs that night and we shared all sorts of stories, ideas, business concepts, laughs, you name it. (Visit the Conversations to hear a clip). Joel and Alex are the kind of people you want in your corner. They truly make you feel warm and accepted. While it would’ve been nice to spend another day or two with them, we had a lot of road ahead of us and so we made our way further the next morning.

The drive to Moab, Utah was a shorter one than the day before. We decided it best to take our time getting there so we could set up camp in the evening when it started to cool down a bit. Along the way there are plenty of worthwhile stops.

The Colorado Rockies have always felt like home to me. From the steep, snow-capped peaks, to the rushing rivers of their melt, the whole experience is always liberating. To come from a landscape so manufactured by mankind and to find yourself in a place only a few animals can actually live instantly starts to rewire the brain. It’s refreshing to say the least.

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Stopping for lunch at a small lake just off I-70

Further down the road, we pulled off in the small statutory town of Eagle, Colorado. We got a tour at the Eagle County Historical Society’s museum (ECHS Website) from a lovely older gentleman named Greg who told us the story of how the Ute people found their way into the area and how Eagle got its name. See video for his story:

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Checking out Eagle River

Feeling satisfied with our time in Eagle, we thought it best to get moving again further westward.  In doing a little homework for the trip, I had come across Rifle Falls State Park. It came highly recommended and we still had plenty of time to get to Moab. Sure, getting there would add an extra hour of drive time, but it was 100% worth it.

The park is pretty small (only 0.19km²) but it features a 70ft triple water fall, limestone caves, all manners of wildlife including three species of bats, trails, camping, and even an old brick stage with seating! One trail will lead you right behind the main waterfall and the mist, while a little chilly, is totally refreshing after sitting in the car for hours. Here’s the Wikipedia page if you want to learn more. If you ever get the chance, I definitely recommend making the stop.

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When we got behind the main fall, it was clear to both of us that this was a truly special place. Amy seemed especially moved by its tranquil beauty and felt this was a perfect spot to leave some of Bonnie’s ashes. After a little prep work, she picked a small pool that formed in the soil and gently laid a small amount into it. We carved her mother’s name into the soft, wet ground (it will eventually wash away and we were careful to not leave any permanent markings). We stayed for a moment, calm in knowing that this is a place she would have loved to see.

It was time to go. We got back in the car and headed west again. After stopping in Grand Junction for some provisions, we finished the drive to Moab. Joel and Alex told us of Lone Mesa Campground situated on BLM land and about thirty minutes outside of town. We arrived there shortly after sunset. It was great that we couldn’t see much of anything while driving in because it made for a pleasant surprise when we realized how gorgeous the landscape was the next day.

We got our spot set up quite efficiently, had a fire and some grub, some conversation and shortly made our way to sleep. It had been a busy day, and we had plenty of adventure ahead.

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Lone Mesa Campground outside of Moab, Utah