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Show HE ZEPHYR/FEBRUARY-MARCH would rise from the grave to tell, at great length, about the time he was attacked by a black bear. He played dead while the bear mauled him. When the bear, for unknown reasons, turned mighty pickup, We The Synergy to go, Forney reared up, grabbed a heavy beaver-gnawed stick, hit the bear one blow, ending the struggle. Bleeding and hurting, Forney got into his Model T headed for town. A modern Hugh Glass. roused up from sleep to meet a beautiful blue sky morning, travelled on, still puzzled, but hopeful. We contoured steep slopes, picked up a few stones we decided were agates. We saw some cliffs above masses of Douglas fir and aspen, cliffs of Granite creek color and style. Familiarity flooded in, fear vanished. But not entirely, because I remember. I’ve marked that little trek as the beginning of a 2006 AP Miee \gy Ny : iL/ ee \ Company” www.thesynergycompany.com “289-5366 SS = long dawning, discovering, clue by clue, that wild country is neither friend nor foe. Nor Tne Moab Tree Planting Partnership (MTPP)---a joint effort by The Synergy Co. & Moonflower Market that supports the planting, maintenance & protection of trees in our community does “the wild” always come equipped with big, bad beasts that can eat you. The wild is of us and everywhere; it is most definitely not a thing that you boldly venture in and take. Not a Holy Grail. My guess is that nature is a very complicated situation, beautiful at - times, and always, ultimately mysterious, and that we are inside it and there’s no escape. Thoreau spent a lifetime trying to sort this out. By the time we kids shifted across our little town to the high school the lure of mountains was as strong as ever, but we had learned a few things: how to imagine terrain from thin, fussy lines on poor maps; when climbing to falcon or hawk nests it’s best to test footholds and handholds before trusting them; don’t build camp fires on forest duff (Charles and I learned that the hard way by starting our own little forest fire); take it slow and easy (I’d put that one at the top of the list); at cliff tops beware of wind. And so on, elementary, learned by guess and by god. We came out alive, another strange thing. We grew up with those mountains as a most natural part of our youthful rangings. I doubt if we suspected the mountains would haunt us for all the years ahead. We were naive and romantic, instructed by books such as “Two Little Savages” by Ernest NyA\ Purchase Synergy's organic & 100% natural whole-food nutritional supplements at Moonflower Market (at special 'local-supergood-guy/gal’ discount prices) & support MITPP's future. a Vad S ~ (Se a ® oA Wy MIN we a Thompson Seton and Zane Grey novels, and by movies, Hoot Gibson and those other Hollywood guys under big hats galloping endlessly around and around, passing the same tall rock again and again. But mountains had already taken hold, long before we found those books, saw those movies. And now I can at least partway understand how kids in places like Chicago and Harlem, Brooklyn and New Orleans and Boston can never shake those places. And when the wreckers and gentrificationers move in, it’s a huge tearing and ripping inside life. Synergy & Moonflower Market When did we learn that we lived in the center of a huge wilderness? I don’t know. Adult talk I suppose. And there began the separation, the abstraction. z “All knowledge has a shadow ... At the core of the present conjunction of preservation local folks dedicated to supporting the Moab community’’s health in many good ways! and biological science--the heritage of Leopold--lies a contradiction. We face a choice, a choice that is fundamentally moral. To ignore it is mere cowardice. Shall we remake nature according to biological theory? [or Shall we accept the wild?” (Brackets mine). Jack Turner, The Abstract Wild, 1996, U. of Arizona Press. When I walk the wooden sidewalks of my home town, noticing the crowds and the astoundingly glitzy dumbed-down offerings, Iam usually ina hurry, like everybody else. Gone are the leisurely meetings of people at the end of the day at the post office. Gone the dances in people’s living rooms, the home-made music, the ease of hard lives. Sometimes, though, a few moments at a cup of coffee or even waiting for a dive through traffic, a feeling of loss gets to me. What brings us here? EXECUTIVE COACHING CHANGE MEETING/RETREAT FACILITATION MANAGEMENT CONFLICT TRAINING DESIGN MEDIATION AND MORE... ALISON KENNEDY, MA/ABS 435.259.9447 alisoniara@frontiernet.net Non-profits Small Businesses Community & Grassroots Organizations Home Owners/Builders We grew up with those mountains as a most natural part of our youthful rangings. | doubt if we suspected the mountains . would haunt us for all the years ahead. FROM FOOTPRINTS 121 EAST 100 SOUTH #108 MOAB, UT 84532 800.635.5280 Top 10 ways to move the tailings pile 10. 9. Mail a Ziplock bag to all your government representatives, local, state and federal Use to pave the new Chamber of Commerce parking lot Should I repeat the standard answer? Okay. We and everything else ... air, water, plots of earth... have become commodities, traded, trimmed, wrapped in hypocritic plastic and sold down the river. But I would add another twist: so many good people live in Jackson, the town and the valley, in the midst of all that insult. Weird times. If by chance you catch the Jackson Blues, here’s a suggestion. Drive on north and pull off at one of those scenic turn-offs, get out of your car, lock it. Look at the Tetons if you feel like it, but after a while turn, look east. There’s Blacktail Butte. Never mind the name, it’s a lateral moraine built by one of the glaciers that once upon a time ruled this place. Never 8. Add as a secret ingredient in MacDonalds special sauce 7. Push it into the Colorado River and slurry it down to Lake Powell 6. Sell it to Iraq as building material 5. Convince Exxon it's really oil shale mind those names either, just walk across the sage flats till you come to an ancient artifact, a dry irrigation canal. Cross that. Walk into one of the big gullies, smell the aspens. Don’t feel obliged to get to the top. There’s nothing up there that any of us needs. Oh, a more lofty view I suppose, but who needs that, really and truly? We’re trying to get basic here, okay? TVoulte feeling the ground under your feet, you're lifting one leg at a time over deadfalls, you might hear a mule deer bouncing away, you might see one. You'll see all sorts of things there. In spite of the continual distant roar of the highway, in spite of the horse trail on the other side of the butte used by dudes once in a while, this is public land and wild enough and you have a right to be there. I’m hoping you will feel downright happy. I’m hoping you will notice a lightness... That’s the shedding of commodity wrappings. PAGE9 : 4. Make every ATV and every bicycle carry home a 5 gallon bucket when they leave 3. Tell Homeland Security it's a dirty bomb 2. 1. 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