Life can be so hilarious sometimes, although I am not always laughing.

Take the other day for example, my girlfriends and I were having a long overdue rendezvous and as our little ones shot nerf darts at each other Gretchen mentioned that she felt it was okay to try to save the world as long as we knew how to detach ourselves from our cause. I wondered what she was talking about? How can one be so attached to a cause and yet detached at the same time?

The next day I was at the drive through at the bank and I noticed that all of the people waiting in line  had their engines running, despite the signs plastered everywhere to turn off their engines to help reduce their carbon emissions.

My blood began to boil as I observed the happy, smiling people chatting on their cell phones, oblivious to their wrongdoing and I fought back the urge to make a public scene and end up on the front page of the paper with the headlines, “Mother in Flaming Mini Van Fights to Decrease Global Warming at the Drive Through”. Is that what Gretchen meant by detachment? To care, but to not impose your views aggressively onto others?

The day after that, after a week of suffering back spasms and missing the epic week of skiing of the year, I realized that my smiling philosophy was in bad need of an adjustment and so I went to The Win Health Institute in Basalt to take their weight lifting class, which offered a pay by donation policy.

As my luck would have it, I had gotten the schedule mixed up and so decided to work out in the gym. I am not much of a gym rat and usually take my pent up aggression outdoors or to the yoga room for release, where I can meditate in my own space and not be subjected to or subject myself to the energy of others. Inevitably I got into an altercation with a tall, thin, manicured women who clearly needed to be going nowhere fast on the treadmill next to me.

Being technically challenged, I was surprised to suddenly hear my friend talking to me through my earphones as I listened to my iPod on my iPhone.

I hung up three minutes later and thought that I overheard the woman say to her boyfriend, “I just love listening to other people’s conversations when they are on their cell phones.” Not able to hear very well with my dance music thumping in my ears, I mistakenly took her sarcasm for humor and said, “So was it good for you too?”  Her face became very red and she began to sputter, pointing to the enormous NO CELL PHONE signs that were…plastered everywhere.

She did not accept my apology and continued to whine and my  friends on the treadmill next to me mentioned that they thought this would be good blog fodder. Agreeing with them, I couldn’t help but deliver some sass and toy with her for just a bit, even though I was empathetic with her dislike for PDC’s, public displays of conversations.

As usual Karma kicked in later that day and my horrible spasms returned full force. When will I learn that my hot temper and sass feel good when in action but ALWAYS cost me, later.

And so I have learned a life lesson and am now very clear about Gretchen’s words of wisdom. You can try your best to teach people how to help make our world a better place but if you become so attached to your cause that you offend people, than you just may invoke the opposite reaction to your desired outcome.

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Axel and I got into Gretchen’s car with her two children, Austin and Catherine, and took off on our road trip to Crested Butte. Gretchen, an active member of the Nature Conservancy, had invited Axel and I to join her on an exploratory field trip to the Mexican Cut/Galena Mountain Research Preserve. The hike begins at 12,000 feet and rises up four miles to a private preserve that provides limitless opportunity for aquatic research.

Axel was elated that we left his brothers at home and he had his mommy all to himself but he still had to contend with my excitement to have four hours of adult conversation with Gretchen. In the hopes that my quiet, unsocial boy would meld with Austin and Catherine, I banned the PSP and five minutes into the trip he announced that he was bored. I don’t know when or why I finally gave in to video games but they definitely abort all imagination.

I told him that the most wonderful thing about children is their active imaginations and that children don’t get bored. All he had to do was look out the window at the incredible scenery and enjoy his thoughts. That went over well!

Austin and Catherine, who are heavily involved in Jane Gottlieb’s incredible local children’s theater program, had no problem enjoying the road trip. Their minds were filled with songs and images from productions that they had been involved in like The Sound of Music which became our theme for the weekend.

I had a reality check when Catherine kept requesting for Evita to be played through the iPod, a far departure from my Brevitt’s music. I must expose my children to more culture.

We stopped on Kebler Pass to run through the field of wildflowers….and bees. It was not quite like The Sound of Music as we ran through the field with trepidation but nevertheless it felt good. Flushed and happy we gathered back around the car and I broke into song. I finished Do, Re, Me with a high note and a pack of very nearby local coyotes started howling. I always knew that my singing needed improvement but this took the cake. I couldn’t have staged that moment if I had tried.

We set camp by a lake and let the children play in the beautiful summer evening light. Austin found the perfect rock to jump off of into the cool water but it was getting late and we needed to get to town for dinner.

Early the next morning we met at the Rocky Mountain Biological general store and listened to the story of Scottie and Bob Willey, a couple who fifty years ago fought to save the preserve. Scottie carried the fishing net with her that she had used to stop a bulldozer from widening the road and draining the ponds back in the sixties.

We trudged up the sub Alpine trail with Scott Wissinger, a Professor of Biology and Environmental Science at Allegheny college. Since the Mexican Cut preserve is not open to the public and its remote, high altitude location is difficult to get to, it makes a great natural laboratory and is the highest Conservancy protected land in the world. In this remote part of Colorado, a variety of aquatic creatures live in ponds formed by a “glacial cirque”, an area once carved flat by ancient glaciers.

Axel did not fare well in the high altitude but I think his undying love for me, which he announced every five minutes, got him to the top. When we reached the top all of Axel’s ailments dissipated as he searched for rocks with copper, calcite, pyrite and other beautiful minerals embedded in them.

Scott fascinated us with the results found from the scientific studies on the paedomorphic and metamorphic salamanders and the damselflies and caddisflies. Desperately trying to retain this invaluable information, I made mental logs of all that Scott was teaching us. Unfortunately, my chaotic mind just jumbled up my notes and I had to visit the website when I got home to review it all,  http://www.nature.org/wherewework/northamerica/states/colorado/preserves/art524.html.

Axel and I walked away with a whole new understanding of and respect for nature.  Realizing the importance of the Nature Conservancy’s mission to help save and protect Earth’s most important natural places, I was ready to give my last dollar to the Nature Conservancy. You too can learn more about these natural environments by visiting http://www.nature.org.

For more scientific facts visit www.aslo.org/lo/toc/vol_44/issue_3/0487.pdf -