Rafting, ownership, and redneck paradise.

Kansas, a fellow guide, directs us into the beginnings of the Royal Gorge.

     Living each day like it is your last is something hard to strive for. This is perhaps one reason that I choose to guide customers down the river every day as an occupation. There may be wind upstream, there may be a disgruntled person on the boat, it may be cold and wet, but it is never a bad day when your floating down the river. American Dippers, Western Tanagers, and White-Throated Swifts accompany us down the river daily. It doesn’t pay well monetarily, but sure has some advantages. I could not imagine being stuck inside an office cubicle eight hours a day, five days a week.

A neighbor with a skid steer was fixing the road, and had time to level off my building site. Best kind of neighbor.

     As I start to develop the property that I bought two years ago while in Gunnison, the question of ownership plagues me. Why do we, especially in America, tend toward this obsession with having more and more things? As long as our daily needs are met, why shouldn’t we be happy? Is there a better system? One that would not require such misuse of all the resources on the planet. We all know that things deteriorate over time: metal rusts, rubber seals decay, wood rots. Why would a supposedly advanced society (which is starting to realize it’s own impact on the planet) allow houses, tools, and equipment to deteriorate unused, only to be replaced with the newest model within the next ten years at a great ecological cost. Jacque Fresco calls for a kind of resource based economy, as opposed to a monetary one. I imagine in this style of economy you can have access to tools and equipment you need when you need it. Instead of having a chainsaw in every garage, there will be a central location where you can go and borrow it for a day, or a week. Use of tools helps them to stay in a working order also, as well as having a maintenance person to do regular preventative repairs. For every one chainsaw that is used regularly, how many sit on the shelves to be used every five or ten years? Those on shelves falling into disrepair.

     This same concept can be applied to the houses that we build. As it stands, developers (with money) who understand that our population is ever increasing, and that there will always be a demand for new young families to buy houses, are making a killing by building on every square inch of soil that can be divided into a subdivision. Of course, part of this is derived from our culture of self sufficiency in America. In America children must become independent and move toward their own life path. In countries like Argentina and Peru, there is a more family centered outlook, where grandma stays in the same domicile and helps manage the children while mom and dad are free to take care of subsistence and other obligations. Grandma and Grandpa have a great influence on the children’s growth, and become part of passing on traditions. We could probably live more happily in more closely connected, and not dispersed over the country(as it stands), family units. Another problem with our housing situation in America is our numbers of wealthy families, who have two or three homes which are unoccupied, excluding a week or two of each year. I have seen this mostly in wealthier communities such as Rockport, Snowmass, Crested Butte, Telluride, and San Diego. This is not isolated to these cities, but is an epidemic of misuse of resources. These beach and mountain homes sit idle and decay in the salt air, or spring thaw. The wood from our forests which built them house nobody, shelter no one. In one hundred years the architecture will be obsolete, and the houses bulldozed and rebuilt by the next, and wealthier kin of the previous tenants.

An alpine lake in the Sangre de Cristos, west of Westcliffe, CO.

     Being on my own property, with the ability to decide any aspect of where to dig, or build, or burn makes me question ownership more than ever. Truly I am just a steward of this land, until I die and the next living generations utilize it for their own goals and aspirations. I continually question what I really need to live on a daily basis, and if the structures that I build will be put to use, since they are certainly resources being consumed.

     I am slowly meeting the neighbors. One carries a 9mm sidearm always. I assume all of them vote Republican. Every one that I have met has multiple guns. On the weekends you can hear the report of rifles and handguns, one neighbor conveying “I just want to make sure people know I have guns, and am not afraid of using them.” These neighbors have plans to bury large amounts of what they regard as trash: tarps, broken bike parts, pieces of pallets, broken plastic buckets, etc. I only hope that nothing they bury in toxic, leaching into the groundwater. It is sort of a redneck paradise up there, with nobody to tell anyone else what to do or how to live. There are a few thieves about. As I mentioned before I had two water tanks stolen. I apparently had a nice wood stove in the old hunters cabin that was removed by the one questionable group of neighbors down the hill that I was warned about. My outdoor furniture was also moved around recently, making me worry a little that they have plans to take them next chance they get.

Raft Guides in their natural habitat. From left to right: Kansas, Atticus, Reid, and Megan.

    All said, this question of ownership makes me rethink whether or not I even want to strive to own my own structure. Maybe it would be better, instead of going it alone, to join a community where everybody works toward the common goals of growing food and providing housing to the community long term. I don’t think that I’ll be able to solve this internal crisis anytime soon, but at least I have the river, and fellow guides to comfort me along the way.

The narrow in the Royal Gorge. You can see the suspension bridge off in the distance.
Looking straight up at the bridge. The prominent dihedral leading to the right side of the bridge was soloed by Dean Potter.

Author: Ronjohn

When I take a deep look at my ego, I see that it defines itself as a recreation bum. I ski, hike, rock climb, kayak, raft, sail, stand up paddle, mountain bike, rock climb again. I grew up in Grand Junction, Colorado. I am a vagabond extraordinaire.

2 thoughts on “Rafting, ownership, and redneck paradise.”

  1. Love the pictures. The water looks cold. I’m surfing 54F in a full 3/2 and booties. Finally shed the gloves for the summer. Your building site sounds familiar to what people in Northern Wisconsin have to deal with. The locals are poor and seasonly employed and rationalize stealing as opportunism. Anyone not sitting in their shack drinking schlitz at least 18 hours a day is fair game (especially those summer people). Unfortunately it sounds like your only safe alternative is to keep your shit locked up constantly, get a gun, and get a dog. Wow, that sounds kinda shitty huh.

    1. Gun and dog: Check! I don’t think it is going to be a continuous problem, but I do have my eyes out for any suspicious activity. I have a few good neighbor friends to watch over things too. Maybe there is another way we can organize culturally that will extinguish the sense of “lack” in many poorer people.

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