When the idea I originally had for this post sputtered, I turned to my friend Lisa Hase-Jackson’s library of poetry prompts on her Zingara Project website. I’m not a poet, but I’ve kept journals for decades, and the “Journal Spelunking” exercise resonated—although I disobeyed the instructions and meandered down memory lane. My adaptation of the…
For the purposes of this blog, what’s relevant to know about me is where I live, which is on a grassy ridge in central Colorado, at an elevation of 8900 feet. The nearest town of any size is thirty miles away and very few of my neighbors have a social security number. Their identities are, instead, defined by their habits and roles in the landscape.
Andrea Jones writes about life at the urban-wild interface from two different homes in the Colorado Rockies, first in Fourmile Canyon west of Boulder, then near Cap Rock Ridge in central Colorado. Whether negotiating territory with a mountain lion, working to reduce her property’s vulnerability to wildfire, or decoding the distinct personalities of her horses, she offers useful and engaging perspectives on natural beauty, and the nature of home.
