Category Archives: Colorado

A Busy Time

Summer                                                                   Most Heat Moon

Ah. A week of guests, Jon and Ruth. 4 days with Kate gone, then 3 more days with a guest. Kate home.

Result? Weariness. A dullness and a minor sense of dispiritedness. An interesting word, this last. The spirit has gone, at least to some extent. The air has gone out of the tire, deflated. The body sags a bit, wanting to settle into a position of rest. There is to each breath the hint of a sigh.

Granting this description a full paragraph makes it sound more than I’m experiencing. It is a minor, will go away feeling. But, it is real. There is, too, a mild exhaustion. Recovery is not quite as quick as it used to be. That’s a third phase reality, too.

And, yes, it was all worth it. Jon and Ruth being here saw the deck get done, our move’s primary purpose strengthened, some important time with Ruth by herself. The time alone meant Kate was riding ahead, hand blocking out the sun, learning the mountains. Mary’s visit reaffirmed family ties, brought knowledge about mom and dad I did not have. So, yes I’m glad all of it happened and will be equally glad to have life take on its new norm as we continue to live in the move.

Today, though. A rest day.

Scouting Report: First Impressions

Summer                                                                         Most Heat Moon

No battle plan survives contact with the enemy. So it is with housing criteria. Which is why we had our scout out on a horse, peeking at houses through shrubbery, checking out communities and areas. Current impression. Acreage with trees on more or less level ground and in the mountains may not be in our price range. So, what to do?

Retreat to lower ground, changing the altitude criteria, or reconsider acreage? Right now I’m thinking the latter. We have four dogs, yes, but will have only three and at some point not too far away, only one. (Vega and Rigel will have shorter lifespans than Gertie.) Perhaps we could find a place with less acreage but land we can fence for our dogs, who are homebodies for the most part anyhow.

I’m also willing to pull back on the gardening, having a smaller plot. As my energy and enthusiasm for physical labor wanes, my interest in the life of the mind continues to increase. We might need to focus on our indoor pursuits for our property and let the Rocky Mountains tend to our earth connections. This could make more sense for aging in place anyhow.

With a smaller lot we can buy more house and maybe gain all the way round. Just thinking out loud right now.

 

 

Growing Things, Snowing Things

Summer                                                               Most Heat Moon

Another estimate. This time for yard work. We’ll get three. Two in now. This is for thinning, pruning, getting the front ready for visitors, potential buyers in February. With 650 raised beds late summer 2010_0187the gardens in the back, flowers and vegetables, and the orchard, we’ve lost focus on the front, letting it become overgrown. Now it’s going to take some effort to put it back in neat, suburban form. (about which I care very little, but which buyers will. sigh.)

Our caring has focused on tomatoes, beets and carrots, iris, lilies and snakeroot, plums, cherries and apples, not on the appearance of our front. I’ve always thought the Chinese have the best idea here. Some Chinese let the front entrance to their homes become disheveled, run down. It’s not until you’re inside, beyond the outward appearance that you see the beauty of the home.

Kate will return today, her Western scout phase over for now. She’s driven many miles in the Rockies west of Denver. Yesterday she and Granddaughter Ruth drove from Golden to Boulder and then back to Idaho Springs. Kate reported that, as you know, it’s very important to see houses in situ. Each one she saw yesterday looked great, but had one thing or another that ruled them out. One had the 2 acres we feel we need, except they were vertical, not horizontal. Another had beautiful views, a great house, but was back 10 miles of dirt road. And so on. That’s all to be expected and we only need one house.

(left flank of St. Mary’s Glacier, 2007.  St Mary’s Glacier is located 9.2 miles north of Idaho Springs in the Clear Creek Ranger District of the Arapaho National Forest. The glacier – technically a large perennial snowfield – is a popular year-round destination open to hiking, skiing, glissading, climbing and sledding.)

She has settled on St. Mary’s Glacier as the key area on which we should focus our search. That’s helpful because it narrows the field and makes paying attention much easier.

I’ll be glad to have her back home. We all miss her.

Nocturne

Summer                                                            Most Heat Moon

Another bookshelf packed up and about a third of another. Kate called with more news from Colorado, visits to Golden and Idaho Springs, another realtor whom she liked even more than the last one. Tomorrow she plans a trip between Boulder and Golden on the advice of Ann Beck, today’s realtor.

Mary and I tried to eat at that Gasthof in Northeast, but it was closed for some reason. The parking at the Red Stag was impossible. So we ended up at the Aster in St. Anthony Main. After the meal, we walked out to St. Anthony Falls and watched the power of the Upper Mississippi express itself in churning foam and water spilling, fast and powerful.

Kepler has begun to settle in, not even barking at Mary. It seems Ruth and Jon’s visit made him aware that we get visitors and that he doesn’t need to announce each one. He spent time downstairs with me today, helping me pack. Tonight he’ll sleep on the bed with me since Kate’s not in her place.

These nocturnes will, I imagine, have a different flavor with mountains around and, possibly, a night sky clear of light pollution. May it be so.

Unreliable?

Summer                                                  Most Heat Moon

Forgot to mention that there was a hint of unreliability in Kate’s information yesterday. The realtor told her that many who lived at altitude, 6,500-8,000 feet above sea level, didn’t have air conditioners. They use ceiling fans, exhaust fans and cross ventilation. Since Kate recounted this with no apparent reservation or exclamation, I concluded that she may not be wholly with it. Maybe the altitude?

Today there’s a bit more of the neither here nor thereness in my heart. It’s due, I know, to Kate’s work in Colorado, getting the Colorado part more in focus, and Jon and Ruth’s visit. Living in the move works when I can balance the work here with a focus there now and then. When Colorado moves into the foreground, it can tip me out of the liminal space-living in the move-and into that uncomfortable not here, not there feeling.

 

 

Nocturne

Summer                                                       Most Heat Moon

The most heat moon has presided over a distinctly non-hot week so far. We beat the daily low yesterday by nine degrees! Nine. Today was cool and comfortable, too. Much like I imagine living at 7800 feet would be.                                                                                              Kate met with a realtor today and got some advice about looking along the I-70 corridor 10 miles either way west of Denver. Sounds fine to me. My criteria are already in place. The exact location in the state is not so important to me as having broad band, room for dogs, room for a garden and bees, space for Kate and me both to have our private spaces and so on.

Having her out there for this week will give us valuable information for our search next year when we will need to hone in on one place. Sounds like she’s having fun. How do I know? She said she’s tired. That means she had a good day.

Demos (people) Kratos (power, force)

Summer                                                       Most Heat Moon

This world is rapidly changin’. Dylan

Today Kate meets with the first of the Colorado realtors, tomorrow the second. She’s in full Kate mode which means intelligent, decisive, energized, sensitive. An excellent scout. She is our advance team, sent to reconnoiter while the main force of four canines and one human plus all our stuff remain behind. We will follow.

Her task, eventually, is to narrow the options in Colorado to three. Then the other human will travel with her, probably joined by the Denver Olsons as a consultancy. We will decide together. This may seem clumsy to many of you, but it is the way I have learned throughout a lifetime of politics and one I adhere to out of conviction.

No decision can be made independent of the effected parties and if I could include the dogs, I would. In their case we have to imagine their feelings and response to a particular place, then act accordingly. Yes, I suppose it is true, as many tyrants say, that people want only food, housing, security, that they really don’t want to be involved with the messy business of guiding their own lives in the larger frame.  Over that same lifetime in politics, however, I have acted with the precise opposite assumption.

That is, people need to guide their own lives in the larger frame. To do this they need to join each other, sometimes in unions, sometimes in political parties, sometimes in issue driven organizations, sometimes in neighborhood organizations or rural co-operatives, sometimes in businesses, but always with others who share their convictions and have similar life situations. This is democracy with a small d, one driven not by the constitution or by the greater idea of democracy as a political philosophy to organize nations, but democracy itself which means, in its original Greek etymology, people (demos) power or force (kratos).

This remains a radical understanding of how to organize the commonweal, but it is just such an understanding that many of us soaked in the culture of the late 1960’s came to embrace. Yes, it is at times unwieldy. Yes, it is often prone to lengthy decisions. Yes, it can be perverted by a determined minority or damaged by a narrow-minded majority, but it is the best way of turning aside the tyranny of oligarchy which is the bane of our late stage industrial capitalist society.

And so, even in the small decision of which home to buy, small in the grander scheme, but large in ours, there will be many voices, all significant. And Kate and I will listen to them.

Toward the New

Summer                                                                Most Heat Moon

When asked last night if she wanted us to move to Colorado, Ruth nodded her blond head Ruth's 8thand said, “I want you to.” She may go with Grandma to look at property, give the grandchild’s view. We’ll give Ruth and Gabe a chance to have their say since they’ll be very important visitors (V.I.V.s), but Grandpop and Grandma will make the final choice, of course.

The standing in the drive-way, waving as the van pulls away ritual has happened. The three generation of Olson’s Sienna transport to Colorado has left the building.

As Colorado came rushing into the foreground of our lives this week, it’s made me consider what new things I might want to do out there. The first thing that came to mind? Learning to ride a horse. Something I’ve never done and what better place than the west. I don’t want to learn dressage or steeple chasing or barrel racing, but I would like to learn enough to ride on a mountain trail, maybe camp out.

A second thing came while reading an interesting article in this month’s Wired, “How We Can Tame Overlooked Wild Plants to Feed the World.” This article gives a broad brush presentation to how horticulture and agriculture will respond to climate change. It starts by referencing work being done in Ames, Iowa on domesticating new food crops.  The last creative work in domestication of new crop plants ended thousands of years ago.

Here’s the sentence that really jumped out at me: “Today, humans rely on fewer than 150 plants for nourishment, and just three cereal crops—wheat, rice, and corn—make up more than two-thirds of the world’s calories; along with barley, they own three-quarters of the global grain market.” op. cit.

The Land Institute outside Salina, Kansas has had my attention since I read founder Wes Jackson’s book, Becoming Native to This Place. This book along with the Great Work by Thomas Berry, The Sand County Almanac by Aldo Leopold and an excellent climate change conference Kate and I attended in Iowa City changed the direction of my political activism from economic and racial justice issues to environmental policy. They also affected my horticultural practices, turning me from perennial flowers to vegetables and fruit grown in a soil sensitive, heirloom-biased way.

So. When we finally settle down, I want to have a raised bed or two for kitchen vegetables, smaller than what we have here, but I also want to have at least one raised bed or plot devoted to advancing a new food crop. I’m not sure what this would entail, but if something useful can be done on a small plot in the Rocky Mountains, I want to devote the time necessary to it. Given the long time horizons on such projects, I may not hope to get too far; but, any distance toward a broader food palate and one capable of producing in hotter normal temperatures will be useful to my grandchildren and their children.

 

Nocturne

Summer                                                              Most Heat Moon

Tonight the quiet has a slight sadness, an emptying of the home awaits only sunrise, at Kate1000least an emptying of Jon, Ruth and Kate. The Left Behind, myself and the dogs, will have to go on after.  There is, yes, a freedom, but one only good if temporary and limited. I’ll take the time to plan, work in the garden, translate, send out Missing to more agents.

These times when Kate and I are apart, caused most often by our mutual love of dogs, underline the wonder in the often fragile institution of marriage: a bond between two creates a third thing, a more than the sum, a whole greater than the parts, a love which stands with them, a support, a consolation, a joy, a silent partner.

Said another way, I’ll miss her.

 

A State of Mind

Summer                                                                  Most Heat Moon

The deck is done. The last realtor interviewed and gone. Jon, Ruth and Kate drive up to Lake Superior tomorrow while Grandpop does Latin and has lunch with a friend. This very busy week will slow down on Saturday.

This guy’s estimate on the value of our home, different (less) from the realtor we like best, would still give us enough money to buy a home we like in Colorado. That means the actual value, which is probably between them, should be sufficient. Of course, we’re still 7-8 months away from the 2015 market and we can hope that valuation will pick up some by then.

Our basement is two large workout machines lighter, which has opened up a good deal of space. Just right for green tape and red tape boxes. The Vectra home gym and the leg press left a mark here. About a quarter of inch deep into the berber carpet. The 2nd Wind guys were polite and efficient, with only modest grumbling about the Vectra, which is a complex set of equipment with three different stations all connected by cable to a central stack of weights. The one guy said, “Yeah. I’ll probably have to take it to someone else’s house and set it up.”

With each check mark we move a bit closer to the Rockies. Exercise equipment. Sold. One load of books and furniture. Out of the house. Realtors. Interviewed. A new cedar deck. Awaiting a sealant. Lawn and yard work guys. 1 estimate, 2 to go. More empty boxes in the house. Done.

It was heartening today to read over the list of things we wrote down in May and have already completed. There’s a lot more work to be done, but a lot is behind us, too.