And its Allies
As I indicated in my last post, August 13, 2020 was rough. I spent the whole morning sitting in wildfire smoke, and then felt terrible for the rest of the day. August 17 was better, except that one of our crew leaders, Bonesteel, said that we might have as little as two weeks left…
August 3, 2020 was one of the most important days for me in Colorado. That’s because it’s when I reconnected with one of my best friends from high school.
This post will be a little different. Rather than recounting one of my work days, it will focus on the incredible landscape in which my AmeriCorps crew and I lived: the Joder homestead.
When I moved to Colorado in the summer of 2020 to spend all of my time either working outdoors or being isolated in a house outside of town, I used to brag that I was about as COVID-safe as possible. Events that took place of July 29, 2020 showed that wasn’t entirely true.
July 21, 2020 was a special day. That’s because it’s the day when my AmeriCorps crew and I met our main “boss” with the City of Boulder, the personification of fear itself: Jo.
The Jaguar 