\u201cWhat do you like about it? Is it the topography, or the wildlife, or something else?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s a common question when I share with my coworkers how much I love the Tumacacoris and the Atascosas. Coronado National Forest is huge and incredibly diverse, and in the heat of a Sonoran summer most people don\u2019t want to be on these two smaller, lower elevation mountain ranges. They lack the refreshing temperatures of the higher ranges on the Forest. As far as I can tell, the most abundant animals here are cattle. I would advise against swimming in either of the lakes because of heavy metal from mine tailings, waterborne illnesses from grazing, and ample leeches. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This landscape is hot and humid, winding with canyons, hills, secret swimming holes, and perennial streams. Much of it is not true desert but the Madrean Archipelago, a blend of conifer forest, oak scrub, grassland, and wetland. Humans are everywhere – canyons full of agave scrapers and hand axes, camouflage jackets and plastic bottles from the refugee crisis unfolding on this part of the border, pictographs, abandoned vehicles, and ammo (both modern shell casings and older arrowheads). <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It is easy to explain why I love the plants and the animals and the air of this place. It\u2019s harder to explain that love when considered with the heaviness that comes with the task of surveying plants and collecting seeds from these mountains. To a lot of people in Southern Arizona, \u201cChiricahuas\u201d is a mountain range. To a lot of other people, the Chiricahuas are a nation of Apache people who were forcibly removed as part of a genocide in the mountain ranges who still bear their name. The Huachucas are a mountain range and also the name of a Pima village that was wiped out by settlers. What is considered to be the final battle of the American Indian wars was fought in Bear Valley in the Atascosas. There are trees and lichens alive today who were alive to witness all of this. It is not lost on me that I am harvesting seeds from places with a painful and shameful history. It is not lost on me that this would be true nearly anywhere on the continent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t have wisdom to offer anyone about this. A land acknowledgement (\u201cI am harvesting seeds on land that traditionally belonged to many different nations, all of whom were treated brutally by the nation we call the United States\u201d) does not seem useful. I thank every plant from whom I harvest seeds (and every plant I collect for herbarium pressing), but I also know every one of these plants is here in these landscapes – landscapes so deeply modified and architected by humans – because of the care of Indigenous people and nations. Indigenous people and nations who are still here, but generally not present at my workplace to provide oversight or input.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On this part of the Coronado, it\u2019s impossible to forget this challenging, painful, complicated history. There is sweet birdsong and beautiful flowers and evident bitterness. Regardless of any land acknowledgement I make, the land asks me every day to acknowledge that my work here is fraught. The pictographs, the arrowheads, the cattle, the border wall – every day I am asked to remember who was here and who is here and who might be here next. I don\u2019t love all of it, but I\u2019m grateful for the opportunity to be here and witness it, and maybe work toward human justice in this place that has been sculpted by so many human hands. To me, that is <\/em>a type of love. <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cWhat do you like about it? Is it the topography, or the wildlife, or something else?\u201d It\u2019s a common question when I share with my coworkers how much I love the Tumacacoris and the Atascosas. Coronado National Forest is huge … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/blog.clminternship.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/image-1.png\")