by Joan
Over the
past several days, parts of Colorado have been pummeled by severe flooding. Roads
are closed from rockslides, gushing sewers and collapsed bridges. Towns have
turned into islands, six people have died so far and over a thousand are unaccounted for.
Less
than six weeks ago we stayed at the Sylvan Dale Guest Ranch in Loveland, Colorado, nestled in the now-flooded Rocky Mountain foothills. Not knowing disaster
was imminent, our host showed us scarred trees from the 1976 Big Thompson River flood, in which over 140 people died. As she spoke, floods seemed like a
distant, if painful, memory. Suddenly this staggering catastrophe is their present reality.
Daybreak at Sylvan Dale, photo by Rick Mora |
The Jessups and The Moras at Estes Park |
We were on the first leg of our long trip, visiting friends
Linda and David Jessup. We know Linda from our Maryland days. She is the
founder of PEP (Parent Encouragement Program), the superb Washington, D.C.
area organization that teaches parents to raise independent, respectful and
cooperative individuals. We feel a deep gratitude to Linda and her legacy, and
over the past twenty years have supported PEP with both time and money.
David’s parents purchased the Sylvan Dale Ranch right
after World War II and, with hard work and determination, transformed the property
into a working guest ranch to share nature’s beauty with others. The ranch is a
geological wonder, set between Mexican sandstone and Alaskan granite where
guests can ride horses, hike, rock-climb and fish. Sylvan Dale accommodates meetings
and weddings as well. Of course I was thinking it would be the perfect setting for our next writers’ retreat. Or yours.
Barn swallows, photo by Rick Mora |
At dinner our first night, a handful of barn swallows waited
for their mama in the eaves of the awning, while a nest of flycatcher babies
huddled nearby. We navigated by flashlight to the campfire where we sang “Coming
‘Round the Mountain” and “This Land is My Land,” and toasted s’mores. We stayed
in the Annie Oakley cabin, a quaint, romantic cabin with a front porch view
of the rippling river.
Big Thompson River, photo by Rick Mora |
Anthology Books, Loveland Colorado |
One night we attended a chuck-wagon cook-off in Estes Park
and enjoyed beef stew, cornbread and peach cobbler with our friends. In Loveland
proper we went to a sculpture show, read inscriptions at a cemetery and
visited Anthology Books, where David wrote his novel Mariano’s Crossing. A western tale set in nineteenth-century Colorado, Mariano's Crossing won the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers Contest and has garnered great reviews.
Cows, photo by Rick Mora |
We were not surprised to hear the animals at Sylvan Dale are
treated with respect and encouragement, too. Like children, Linda
said, animals want to know where their boundaries are. Mango the rancher directed
the grass-fed cattle from one field to another by yodeling. He’s been known to
drop to his knees to get face to face with his charges. With his sunburnt
face and smiling eyes, it’s no wonder the cows’ tails wagged like dogs. I knew
they were happy, if only for a while.
Ashley Kolorek, wrangler and artist |
At breakfast one morning we met the lovely young artist Ashley
Kolarek. Ashley is a camp counselor and wrangler at Sylvan Dale and her passion
is art. She designs and creates metal art pieces in stainless, bronze, copper
and aluminum. Her recent piece “The Glass Slipper,” created from horseshoes and colored
glass, now sits on our coffee table as a reminder of our time there. Ashley does custom sculpture, jewelry and wall hangings, so
look for her on LinkedIn or email her at ashart519 (at) gmail.com.
Joan on Sandy |
I'm a city girl, really, so my mind conjured brown bears and snakes at every turn. I spent several nervous minutes on trail ride with Sandy, a sweet horse who ignored my anxious vibes and gently trotted me through lovely hills and trees.
This trip was a creative journey for both of us. As my husband
captured our surroundings visually, I recorded images in my journal: Panoramic
views sweeping across the horizon, rock mountains and grasses, lakes and
rivers. Nature’s noises: cows mooing, horses snorting and bristling, river
rushing over rocks, gently.
As of today, we hear everyone is safe, including the horse and
cattle herds. I wonder about the barn swallows and the flycatchers, about
the Annie Oakley cabin, about newly scarred trees. Rescuers are airlifting those stranded and in the following months thousands of professionals and volunteers will help to rebuild. The people there are hardscrabble and
resourceful, they will recover. Our best wishes for the safety of everyone there.
Singing Cowboys |
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