HC: In Between Urban and Wild you focus on
the realities of settling and living in a partially wild environment. Have you
ever lived in a totally urban environment?
AMJ: I
lived “in town” in Boulder during college, and Doug and I lived in a condo a
few blocks from downtown there before we moved to Fourmile Canyon, but in the
sense of big-city urban living, no.
I’m
fascinated at how major urban areas like New York City function. Although we
gravitate toward destinations where we can hike when we make travel plans, Doug
and I often incorporate “city breaks,” in which we partake of public
transportation and walk-to amenities for a few days. And when we talk about
retirement, we talk about settling someplace urban. As much as I love my home
ground, I can foresee a time when the chores and harsh weather and distance are
more than we want to cope with. Between Urban and Wild is a chronicle of
the effort to be present in a place, and attentiveness is portable. Urban areas
are very much a part of our world, and they represent a type of environment I’d
like to dedicate some time to exploring at some point in my life.
HC: Tell us more about your horses.
AMJ: Sadly,
Max died in January 2012. He developed a case of colic after a string of hot
days (temperatures in the low 50s, in January) followed by a cold snap; we
think he wasn’t drinking enough water once it got cold to keep his digestive
tract moving, and he developed an impaction. For Doug and me, our horses are
our family, and Max’s death was devastating. He was a great horse and a great
character.
Jake
is Moondo’s new pasture-mate. He’s a dapple gray Quarter Horse-Percheron cross,
the Percheron being a draft breed. He’s about the same height as Max was, but a
totally different build: stocky and massive. He’s got a sweet personality but
was spoiled as a youngster. He assumes everyone loves him, so he tends to walk
up too close or push too hard for a scratch or snoop too aggressively at a
pocket where he thinks there might be a treat, none of which is all that
endearing when an animal weighs around 1400 pounds. We continue to whittle away
at his bratty habits, which is made easier by the fact that he’s smart and
wants to please, and is frustrating in that he’s a little bit of a smart aleck.
Jake
pushes Moondo around but seems to have developed a respect for Moondo’s
experience when it comes to dealing with their environment. This was no doubt
helped along by the fact that Jake got bit on the nose by a rattlesnake a few
months after his arrival. I can’t help but think that Moondo was dancing around
behind him at the time, trying to convince Jake to leave that thing alone!!
Jake
is nine years old and remarkably athletic for his size. He loves a good run
across the field, and when I ride Moondo in the arena he will sometimes canter
laps up and down the pasture to keep himself occupied. Moondo, now nineteen, is
healthy and, with Jake as a personal trainer, more fit even when he’s not being
ridden regularly. He’s still sweet and, if it is possible, more maddeningly
persnickety than ever. He still loves his pasture, hates the barn, and has very
firm ideas about the daily routine and what activities the neighbors should NOT
pursue, notably target shooting and riding ATVs.
HC: What are your favorite natural areas?
AMJ: The
glib response is the one I’m in at the time, which is usually the landscape
around our home. I like the element of exploration that a new place affords,
and I like the sense of recognition that comes with visiting a familiar spot.
I’m easily entertained by small details, so vastness and grandeur aren’t
important criteria. Still, the deserts of the Southwest’s Colorado Plateau fire
my psyche in a way that no other place does—any place in Red Rock country will
do.
Between Urban and Wild: Reflections from Colorado, by Andrea M. Jones
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