Sunday, February 21, 2010

Wanderlust.

So…what have I been doing since I left the ranch?? The answer: quite a lot.

I’m going to try to keep this blog short and sweet. An overview of what I’ve been up to, just to catch up to present day. Or else…. It will be a novel.

Left the ranch, and drove to Salt Lake City where I picked up my dad for a whirlwind southern Utah road trip. Highlight: Arches National Park.

Drove to Las Vegas for a weekend with the family. Entertaining. Glad to get out of Vegas by the end though. Not my favorite place in the world….

Stayed with my sister in LA for a few weeks. Expected to WWOOF (World Wide Opportunities on Organic Farms…. work in exchange for room & board) at an organic farm in Malibu, CA for the month of November and December……. but the farm ended up being owned by a drug addict, sexual predator of a man…. with homeless men inhabiting the trailer I was supposed to live in. Needless to say, I spent one day there only to drive away as fast as possible and never look back.

After a night of “what the hell am I going to do now?!?!” and few days of frantic job searching I found a volunteer position with a non-profit conservation corps called the American Conservation Experience (ACE, for short) based out of Flagstaff, Arizona. They had an opening for their November 7th start date, and I jumped at the chance. I applied, and essentially hounded them about the position for a few days. I got the job on November 2nd, packed up, and drove to Flagstaff that weekend.

The next two months working as part of a trail crew, on an 8 days on, 6 days off cycle. They housed me in an apartment in Flag that I shared with other ACE members from all over the world (England, Australia, France, Italy, Germany, Spain, New Zealand, and the list goes on…). My first hitch was a 9 day backcountry project in Dixie National Forest in southern Utah. I was with a crew of 9 other Americans rebuilding a trail that had been destroyed in a forest fire this past summer.

Knowing we would be out on a trail project over Thanksgiving, a bunch of the Americans in ACE got together for a pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving potluck in the ACE apartments. Very cute! And surprisingly tasty! I made the mashed potatoes.
The Group:
The Feast:

My second hitch was also in Dixie National Forest, but in a section farther east in Utah—close to Bryce Canyon National Park. I worked with many of the same Americans as my first crew, plus a few new ones. This time, we were continuing work done by previous ACE crews on a particularly lovely section of trail through Dixie. It was really snowy and cold that whole week, but fun none-the-less. We got one “snow day” off work, so we went to Bryce Canyon to explore.

My final hitch was a 6 day Desert Tortoise Survey in the desert of southern California. We walked transect lines looking for burrows (tortoises were all hibernating for winter), and any other signs of tortoise (shells, scat, etc). We were collecting data for the Sierra Club, who was opposing the construction of a solar power plant in that particular part of the Primm Valley because it would disturb vital tortoise habitat. They were proposing a different site, closer to the road, which would have less of an impact.
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During my time with ACE, I met a whole bunch of incredible people! I got to camp and work with them in some beautiful places! (Spend 9+ days living and working in the backcountry with a group of people, and you’ve got to become close friends! …sometimes it even felt more like family.) So… in retrospect, the farm in Malibu being a complete nightmare was actually the best thing that could’ve happened!

Once I finished up with ACE, I flew home for the holidays. I got to see a whole bunch family and friends I hadn’t seen in a loooong time! (I miss you all!) Spent some time in what I still think in the best city in the world… New York! And even got to play polo up in Saratoga like old times!
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During my time at home, I was actually offered an internship through ACE. The executive director of ACE told me that they had an internship at the Grand Canyon they thought I would be perfect for. It was a 3 month internship with the Science/Natural Resource division of the National Park Service doing invasive species control work, and revegetation/restoration work all along the South Rim of the Grand Canyon starting Feb 7th. One thing led to another, and now I’m writing this blog from a cabin in the middle of Grand Canyon National Park! (I'll write a blog this week about my first two weeks at the canyon).
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I flew back out west with my mom at end of January, and we went on a 10 day road trip from LA to Phoenix…. via San Fransisco. We went to the Getty in LA, drove up the PCH to San Luis Obispo, went to Montana De Oro State Park, toured Hearst Castle, saw baby elephant seals, walked around Monterey, CA while my car was getting new breaks…, spent a few great days in San Fran, drove back down to Riverside, CA, explored Joshua Tree National Park, and then finally ended up in Phoenix where we saw a very cool Ansel Adams exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum. A fantastic trip!!! I dropped her off at the Phoenix Airport, and drove back up to Flagstaff for my orientation.
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I feel like I’ve lived a few years in just these few months because of all the flip flopping between seasons I’ve done. Summer, fall, winter in Wyoming. Back to summer in LA. Fall to Winter in Flagstaff. Back to summer in LA. Flew to winter in New Jersey. Back to Spring-like weather on the California coast. Back to winter in the Grand Canyon. I’ve experienced every season a few times over… and it’s messed with my sense of time.
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It's definitely been a wild ride... but a wild ride I hope will continue for a long, long time! I've got a laundry list of things I want to do, and I don't plan on stoping any time soon.

"The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.” -John Muir

Monday, February 15, 2010

Long Time No Blog....

I just couldn’t let this damn thing die.

I tried, during one of my last days at the ranch, to write a big “final blog” that would highlight some major events of the summer. Of course, just after I had made a list of things I wanted to cover, my boss knocked on my door and asked me if I could help break open the stallions’ water troughs with a shovel (it was winter in October… more to come on that). Needless to say, I didn’t finish that entry then… but I will now! While I’m sitting on a couch in southern California.... similar locations….

Alright so I’m not on a couch in southern California anymore…. I’m in a cabin at the Grand Canyon in Arizona in FEBRUARY (I was in CA in November)…. and I am STILL trying to write this blog. I’ve tried in Flagstaff, AZ. Back in southern California. On a plane someplace over the Midwest. Back in Leonia, NJ. In San Luis Obispo, CA. In Joshua Tree, CA. …..and now in Grand Canyon Village, AZ.

….and DAMMIT I AM GOING TO WRITE IT!!!!

I’ll start with an abbreviated version of my final ranch blog… and then fill you in about the 3 ½ months since in another blog.

First of all, I want to state the obvious: this past summer was one of the best of my entire life thus far. Hands down. Spectacular. I spent my days riding horses through one of those most beautiful places on earth, with some of the greatest people on earth.

Over the course of the summer there were many moments that I would’ve really liked to blog about, but when it came around to it I was either too busy, or too tired (or still rehashing the events of the day with the rest of the staff). Those were the moments that made me think “is this really my life right now??” Sometimes because the situation was so unbelievably incredible, and other times because the situation was so unbelievably ridiculous or dangerous.

Some of the most memorable: (perhaps I’ll write down the full stories later on…. Think of the odds)

-Walking a lame horse 10 miles out of the Washakie Wilderness on the 4th day of a 6 day pack trip… on my own. Getting to a campsite still 30+ miles from town and having no cell reception. Borrowing a phone from a homeless painter who lived in a van near the river. Waiting until well after dark for the horse trailer to pick me up and bring me back to the ranch.

-That time I got struck by lightning…. And then rode on top of a flatbed truck full of hay across the bench in the middle of a herd of 100+ galloping horses during the same thunderstorm.

-The day I did a 3 hour ride (cow camp) in an hour and a half, because I was showing 2 french guys and their father what going fast was really like. Similarly the day I took an extra hour and a half taking one women on buffalo draw, just because the conversation was so good.

-The day I got to lead my favorite ride, on one of my favorite horses, and I got the directions “just go as fast as you can and don’t look back.”

-Leading Hoodoo on Booker. Leading Diddie’s on DeWashoe.

-Any time I got to take guests on Buffalo Draw, or the Ridge Ride. Those never got old.

-All of the week long cattle roundup in the blizzard. Specifically after the guests left, riding Laredo—my boss’s horse—along the ridge above the bench in a full-on Wyoming blizzard… trying to bring down 6 cows. At that moment I decided I had finally earned enough cowgirl points to be considered a true cowgirl. Hell, I was cantering up a steep slope, chasing cows, in a blizzard, on my own, in the middle of Wyoming!! And I got the cows!



There were also those moments that were just so “Bitterroot” that they stick out in my head.

-The image of Lonesome Josh (maintenance man) walking away from me carrying his coffee cup in one hand and a dead chicken in the other.

-Riding through the sage on the back of a 4 wheeler with a bottle of wine.

–Playing scattegories or trivial pursuit in front of the fire in the lodge (once all the guests had left).

-Any time Mel got a group of staff to help her try to herd the poultry in for the night

-Any time I rode a young Arabian (4 to 6) at the back of a Bayard ride… and had my life flash before my eyes.

–Making a pbm cutback, or the now automatic motion of checked if a western saddle is pinching a horse’s shoulder.

-and so many more…



Over the course of the summer I learned how to knit, how to drive stick, how to start a young horse, and how to pack a pack horse. I fell off 5 times (Wajir, Seville, Sabaki, Danta, Acacia) the last of which caused a cattle stampede….. I came to love 100+ horses like family… (with my favorites being Booker, Talek, Commiphora , Alicante, Lullabye, Acacia, Charlie, and Buster. )

Driving up the switchbacks and away from the ranch for the last time, I looked in my rear view mirror… back at that remote little valley on the east fork wind river, surrounded by the snowy peaks of the Absaroka mountains… and it felt like I was driving away from home.

….but I get to go back and do it all again this summer!!!!!! and I couldn’t be more excited!