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A Sad Summer for our Colorado Community

With all the destruction that the fires caused this summer, you would think it would be enough tragedy for Colorado. But then this horrible shooting occurred in Aurora. It brings back memories of the Columbine shooting when I was freshly out of high school. These types of attacks are the most cruel because we can all imagine mindlessly going about our day only to be thrust without warning into facing the fragility that is life.

Of course this also reopens the ongoing political discussions of gun control, the influence of the media and our desensitivity to violence and the lack of psychiatric/mental health care in this country. But to me, it also opens the question of who we are as a society. For how we handle crises most directly demonstrates our character.

In Colorado, like most of the United States, we still believe in the Wild West fantasy: the rugged individualist a la John Wayne who is completely self-sustainable and would never accept help from others, the humble hero whose compass steers him to protect law and order and -perhaps rather ironically- unlimited freedom. All of this, of course, is just a fantasy, but like other fantasies, it has come to dominate most political and social discussions.

I recently read an interesting post from an American who travels the world and had quite a few observations about America that may be difficult to see when you are actually living here. Because when you are living it, it seems just normal.

It often takes an outside perspective to help us to understand and address our own problems. I haven’t traveled nearly as much as I would like and as we are planning to after we move to Puerto Rico, but I have noticed that in other countries the fantasy of the rugged individualist or individualism at all costs is often usurped by family and community. In other countries, security is not something that someone in the household (usually the man) has a burden to carry; it is something that the whole community embraces. People are not as routinely and indifferently locked up as they are here. The community takes responsibility, not just the individual. And people are often not as isolated and left to plan revenge or seek fame and attention through these destructive means. They are often visited, folded into the community, and given the care they need.

And yes our national character was developed over a long time and for good reason: people often had to make it on their own. Our language reflects these cultural values: “Pull yourself up by the bootstrap”, “Sink or Swim”, “Don’t be a drain on society”, “Be a star”, “Stand out”, “If you want something done right, do it yourself”, “It’s my choice”, “It’s none of your business”, “I can take care of myself”, etc. Even the dominate religion emphasizes a personal relationship with an individual hero/sacrificing God -not a community relationship with a community God/s. Our fictional heroes are similar -lone vigilantes: Superman, Batman, Spiderman and the like. And the biggest political insult you can lobby at someone is to call them a socialist or communist.

But what was lost in the trade for individualism at all cost was the bigger view of society, of community, of our sense of place in the world, of family, of a different type of security. And so we see the results of this culture. While we have the most individually celebrated celebrities -movie stars, sports stars, musicians- and innovators and richest CEOs in the world, we also have the most incarcerations of any country -in fact, we have about a quarter of the WORLD’S prisoners!. We have the most nuclear weapons and weapons of mass destruction of any country. We have the most guns per capita. We have been involved in just about every war without much of a break since before our country began. Our quest for power, individualism and security has resulted in becoming one of the most violent -and lets face it, monitored and controlled- nations in the world.

Of course, random acts of violence like the theater shooting could and still do occur in other countries. What surprises me, though, is our level of tolerance for it and our ability to just blame the shooter, wait for justice -on the individual level only- enhance security and monitoring procedures and go on with our lives -individually. But there is a feeling, an underlying pull I think, for us to all come together and discuss these heinous acts and take some collective responsibility, but under the American lens through which we see the world, it seems impossible.

However, though we may not (yet!) be able to greatly change the larger construction of our cultural character, through the Colorado fires and this shooting we have had a chance to feel community and show the best of our character.  The truth is, that in our society, we ARE a collection of people. There is not just one superhero, or even villain. We all contribute to the whole.

And we’ve seen that. No matter the conditioning, it is the human condition to feel for others. The outpouring of love and sympathy to those affected has been tremendous. People have given support in whatever way possible. They have shown appreciation for the police, emergency room doctors, firemen, etc. Through these crises, we have been able to come together- to regain some sense of our belonging to a community, rather than just our own personal selfish narratives in our head. We feel for someone else. And because of these types of tragedies,  we do have the platform to have these conversations as a cohesive unit.

In the end, I would say that our cultural character has its faults, but deep down we know how to come together for a cause when it is necessary.  It has been a hard summer for Colorado, but the silver lining is that it has brought out the love that is in our hearts -both individually and as a community. Please keep Colorado in your heart and mind throughout this difficult time.

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We Climbed a Colorado 14er!

This weekend we accomplished one of the goals on our Colorado bucket lists: we climbed a fourteener! A 14er is one of the nearly 60 mountain tops (last I heard they counted 54) that reach 14,000 feet or higher. The one we climbed is called Grays Peak. We had never climbed to the top of a mountain before so we had no idea what we were in for. These last few weekends we had tried to prepare for inclines by going to Devil’s Backbone in Loveland and other close spots, but nothing would prepare us for what we went through in terms of length and altitude.


Grays (left) and Torreys (right) Peak in the distance

We met at our friends Kelly and Todd’s house just after 6am and arrived at the trailhead that is located near the town of Georgetown right around 9am. We arrived a little late, but still managed to find parking. We started the trailhead at about 11,000 feet (Greeley is close to 4,000) and would ascend to over 14,000 ft over the course of about 3.5 miles.

The trailhead starts below treeline, so there was quite a bit of pine trees and plants.


First part of the trail (Kelly and Todd walking) -still lots of plant life

Slowly though the trees thinned out until there was just low-lying brush and then just a little bit of tundra plants left. We saw a lot of wildflowers including Colorado’s state flower, the columbine.


Pretty wild flowers with mountains in the distance


Columbines growing wild

The beginning was somewhat steep but not too bad. It had a low-grade meadow in the middle that was great for catching my breath. My heart was pounding pretty hard and I could feel with each step that I was getting less and less oxygen. Thankfully Britton offered to be the mule and carry our backpack full of food and supplies.

 


Britton and me

We got to a point where many people were second-thinking whether or not to keep going up. I was getting winded and feeling strange with just a few steps. I had to scale boulders that were about half the height that I am. A few people were turning back. Not even the plants dared to live much further up. We sat at this juncture and had a snack for a little while. It was breathtaking in more than one way.


Looking down into the valley from whence we came as the sun and clouds chased each other 

It was tempting to stop. I was spent. We had been climbing for about 2.5 hours by then. Kelly and Todd had kept going ahead of us, so it was just Britton and me alone. People said it would be about another 45 minutes to the top if we kept walking. I didn’t know if I could do more, as it was getting steeper and steeper and the air was thinning with each step. But I convinced myself to continue to do what we had set out to do: climb a Colorado fourteener.

Some people had plenty of energy (see the guy on the rock)

Soon, Britton became worried about me as my hands started turning purple and splotchy. I felt a little nauseous, I had to sit down about every 100 steps or so. He was so great. He was very patient with me and was supportive of whatever decision I needed to make. But I pushed on. Even when I felt like stopping, I kept going. I kept counting my steps. 75 steps. Sit. 50 steps. Sit. 40 steps. Sit. Finally we started hearing people coming down who had made it to the top. “Just two or three switch-backs and you’ll be there.” That really helped in keeping me motivated. “Is it worth it?” I asked more than once. “Totally!” was the response. Just. A. Few. More. Steps. I think I probably was not fully hydrated and maybe had a touch of altitude sickness. I’m not sure, but I felt like I was dragging my body along.

Finally we looked up and saw Kelly and Todd waving at us from the top. They had been there about 25 minutes already. I pushed on and through to the zenith. Victory! It was an amazing accomplishment for me. Many moments of doubt, but I pushed through it. Through the pain and discomfort. We were there!


On top of the world! With Todd, Kelly, me and Britton

It was absolutely gorgeous and much more difficult to me than I thought, but totally worth it. After climbing this mountain I know that at least half of anything you do is mental. You can psyche yourself into or out of anything. I almost wanted to cry with feelings of relief and achievement. It was incredible.


View from the toplooking toward Torreys

We had thought we might also try climbing the neighboring peak, Torreys, but everyone felt that we had done enough for one day, plus it looked like a rain storm might come in. Britton and I reached the top of Grays at about 12:30pm. It took us about 3.5 hours.

Coming down I felt great. With each step I was getting more oxygen and energy. I was even able to jog a few areas! We made it down in only about 2 hours. By 3pm we were loaded and ready to take on the crazy I-70 Sunday traffic.


Coming down off the mountain. Look how barren and rocky it is! Like walking on the moon!

It was an absolutely amazing experience in more ways than one. If you ever have the opportunity to climb a Colorado 14er, I would whole-heartedly recommend it. And just remember, a mountain is conquered one step at a time.


Fun at the top


Look in the river

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Hiking the Big Thompson Canyon (Gone Wrong)

We are still trying to train for our climb up a 14,000 foot mountain that is coming up next Sunday (yikes!), so we’ve been seeking out spots to practice. We’ve done the Devil’s Backbone in Loveland about 3 or 4 times, and Britton has taken his mountain bike up there too. It is by far the closest hiking we have around here because it is only 25 miles or so away from home. But I was getting a little tired of going to the same place and suggested we climb stairs or something around town. Britton wasn’t up for that and said that we should instead go up the mountains a little further to hike. We knew the Poudre Canyon was out of the question due to the huge fire that is still raging there, so we decided to go up the Big Thompson Canyon instead.


Mountain Road

Well…we got about half-way to Estes Park when Britton noticed that the heat gauge was at its maximum. We started to smell some funky antifreeze or oil and thought we’d better pull over right away. We stopped at a little overpriced tourist shop and popped the hood. The coolant was smoking hot! It was boiling and bubbling in the overflow container!


Britton popping the hood (and me documenting it of course)

At least we were in a really pretty area and we had a place to use the restroom and grab a bite if we needed. But we didn’t really need anything except some time for it to cool down. So we milled around the shop and looked at all the expensive Indian and Cowboy knick-knacks in the shop, thumbed through books about the Old West and played around with some of the natives (ha!).


With some really realistic wooden Indian dolls

Even after all the dilly-dallying, the car was still hot, so I suggested we try to get at least some semblance of a hike in. But there was no trailhead anywhere near there. But I did see a bridge and a small trail behind the shop. I convinced BK to jump the fence and we were off exploring. It was pretty fun climbing up some really steep terrain. We even had to use our hands to keep from falling a couple of times. We hiked around a bit and then linked up with a larger trail and followed it back to the main road where there was a cabin site. Someone saw us taking pictures and offered to take ours on the bridge over the Big Thompson.


Overlooking the Big Thompson River

By the time we got back to the car, it had cooled down considerably and we were able to take a look in the coolant hole. The radiator cap had gotten so hot that it had broken apart! It was just a mess of gaskets and springs! Britton filled it as much as he could with water and a little coolant that we had in the car and we coasted back into Loveland with our fingers crossed where we found a little parts store and a new radiator cap. We think the stress of driving up a steep mountain in 95+ degree weather really wore on the poor old Honda with 280,000 miles.

We managed to get back into Greeley and visit with Britton’s family for Father’s Day. When we got there though, the car was mad and hissing out all sorts of hot steam. Britton thinks he may have fixed the problem, but we’re still not trusting it too much yet. Thankfully, he is off of work for a week and doesn’t need to drive it too much. All in all it was definitely an adventure and much more interesting than climbing some stairs in an air conditioned building 🙂

Here’s a short video of the drive up the canyon before the overheating.

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Timeline to Move to Puerto Rico

You may have noticed that we added a countdown to the sidebar of our site. We are anticipating -if all things go according to plan- that we will be ready to move to Rincon, Puerto Rico by October 2013. In the mean time, we have quite a few things we need to take care of, many of which we are doing right now! So here is our anticipated timeline from now (or April) until October 2013. The winter months will be tough, but I’m sure we’ll be able to find quite a bit that needs to be done even then.


We’re ready to get back to work at our place in Rincon, Puerto Rico (BK with a shovel in the driveway)

The future becomes less and less clear the further out we go, but we have some idea, so here goes:

April 2012– Hire a management company for our rental business. Put one rental property up for sale.
May 2012– New tenant moves into one property. Close on property that was for sale. Tenants in Evans property move out. Move it into management.
June 2012– New tenant for Evans property. Climb first 14er.
July 2012– ? My birthday…Clean out house of any extra stuff/garage sales. New carpet for our house?
August 2012– Trip to Meeker to visit Dad’s grave.
September 2012– ? Party?
October, November, December, January, February, March– Visit Puerto Rico during a winter month, get a little more comfortable there. Take care of back-burner doctor appointments and things like that. Buy a laptop.
April 2013– Possibly move another tenant/property into management.
May 2013– Buy two one-way tickets to paradise!
June 2013– Start selling off our furniture and other household items. Divide into stuff we’ll take, stuff to throw, stuff to sell, and stuff to give away.
July 2013– List and sell 2 out of 3 cars
August 2013– Begin shipping stuff to PR and packing up the other stuff we need. Get Kitty ready for the trip. Relocate the chickens. Schnoodle?
September 2013– Move out of our house. List our house for rent and either move in with family/friends or rent at a short term rental for a month. Give notice at work.
October 2013– Arrive in Rincon sometime mid-October or so.
And on…Let the adventure begin!!


And also to hang out at the beach

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