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My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

My identity has been questioned since forever. I grew up constantly being asked, “What are you?” and I used to call myself “Mexican,” because that is what my dad was taught to call himself. But we didn’t really speak Spanish at home and none of us were born south of where the border is now. Our ancestors were around before these borders existed. And before Spanish, there was/is Nahuatl and Otomí and Maya and many other languages and identities. To be honest, I didn’t even know to think of my dad, his parents, or my maternal grandfather as “people of color” until I moved to Colorado. As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s actually quite interesting to me. I didn’t have such language to separate them from others growing up. Now that identity politics are everything, I’ve learned a lot. But whether or not I “look the part” is not my problem, and it isn’t anyone’s place to decide. This is my family. This is me. I am a descendent of both Indigenous ancestors and Spanish ones. Plus, my mom’s mom is 100% Irish. I can’t change history or who my grandparents and parents chose to love. I am light skinned because of all of this. Does that suddenly mean I don’t belong to them and their stories? Their languages? I belong to all of it. The colonized and the colonizer. Sure, debate who I am and where I belong, because that is the epitome of my existence and it is exactly what colonization wants. But my dad? His mom? My maternal grandfather? Nope. You cannot deny they’re brown, and I will not let anyone deny their belonging to Turtle Island. Bad Bunny performing yesterday stirred up a lot of emotions in me. I think about my family’s assimilations and removal from culture and language. And yet here we are, celebrating cultures that were supposed to be eliminated and forgotten. I love my roots. I love that my ancestry came from both the southwest and farther south. I love that I continue to wander down the path of reconnection. Thank you, @badbunnypr for lifting us all up, all “Americans,” from the north to the far far south, we are still here. F&ck 🧊 and f@ck the haters of complex identities and history.

#soyquesoy #delatierra #badbunny #mixedrace #identitypolitics

2025 was all about letting go. I began the year with a run streak to savor the lead up to my double mastectomy, Feb 26th. I even set a short FKT the day before surgery. After, it was all about recovery. Walking. Hiking. Strength and mobility PT. Some running. But, I had to surprisingly deal with IT band issues, which threw me into more PT. Then, I had to move up my second surgery, a bilateral salpingo-oophorectomy, due to insurance. I withdrew from the few races I’d signed up for in the Fall. More recovery time. But I got to go backpacking and enjoy the slowness of just moving my body. I’m still strength training more than running right now, but I’m so excited for the return to the sport I love. Despite having 4 less organs, may 2026 be the ultimate comeback with this new version of myself. Thanks for all the love and support along the way. Fingers crossed for some more badassery, community, and falling in love with the land over and over again. 🫶🏽✌🏽

#delatierra #brcastrong #brcaprevivor #brca1 #postsurgeryrecovery #toughyear #goodbye2025 #2025 #athletelife

OFRENDA // a short documentary

as writer and runner sara aranda pushes her body across 134 unforgiving miles from timbisha (death valley) to tumanguya (mt. whitney), she confronts carrying the brca1 genetic mutation, turning her record attempt into a poetic offering to/of body and earth.

produced by // @41westproductions

featuring // @oyesaranda

written by // @oyesaranda
directed by // @the.benevolent.metalhead

executive producer // @41westproductions

cinematographer // @tboogs
editor // @the.benevolent.metalhead

original score // @david_chapdelaine

line producer // @ariellesheres

b camera // @jamesbarkman

1st ac 1st unit // @ethan.scoma
1st ac 2nd unit // @corppuz

gaffer // glenn porter
key grip // skip haswell
camera car // @baxter_cameraworks

colorist // @connorjbailey
sound design/mix // @coltonjackson_12

vocalist // veronica desoyza

production assistants // greg belgum, michael cain, @jonathon_herzog, lynn sanson

P looking over the edge because por supuesto, weighted pack hiking, and tabling for @runners4publiclands at a local race 💫

#delatierra #selfcare #communitycare

P looking over the edge because por supuesto, weighted pack hiking, and tabling for @runners4publiclands at a local race 💫

#delatierra #selfcare #communitycare

P looking over the edge because por supuesto, weighted pack hiking, and tabling for @runners4publiclands at a local race 💫

#delatierra #selfcare #communitycare

P looking over the edge because por supuesto, weighted pack hiking, and tabling for @runners4publiclands at a local race 💫

#delatierra #selfcare #communitycare

P looking over the edge because por supuesto, weighted pack hiking, and tabling for @runners4publiclands at a local race 💫

#delatierra #selfcare #communitycare

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 3/ A final photo dump I suppose. We visited a local trailhead that had been recently updated and refreshed, with more formal parking and official trail signs. There are many orgs in the area that are working hard to create better recreation opportunities, education, and access. One of the Cibola Trail Alliance leaders told me he truly believes that outdoor rec is the most viable future for a place like Grants. But jobs are still a challenge. What’s unique about the region is that there is quite a lot going on recreationally. Besides the Mt. Taylor 50K, there is the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon, a cycling event on the Acoma Pueblo, the 5-mile Bluewater Canyon Trail Race, and more. Plus, Grants is a part of NM’s Backcountry Discovery Route and is a resupply stop along the Continental Divide Trail. Lastly, the region’s iconic mountain is known as Tsoodzil and is the southern sacred peak of Dinétah, the Diné/Navajo homeland. The area is also the homelands of the Acoma, Zuni, Laguna, and the Hopi. There were at least a couple Indigenous runners that day on the 50K course, and one Diné/Apache said it was profound for her to be there, knowing the mountain was a symbol of homecoming. I hope the future of the area does continue the path of stewardship and homecoming vs one of cyclical boom and bust. Many are hopeful, and hope does matter.

Make sure to check out @runners4publiclands and all the work they do or to read the full story on their blog. And major thanks to @b.wildoutside for funding this collaborative project. 🫶🏽 Stay safe and see you out there, friends.

#delatierra #outdoorrecreation #storytelling #grantsnm #stewardship

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 2/ The whole weekend was bookended by storms. High desert rain. Grants, NM sits at 6460 ft. Mt Taylor (11,301 ft) is an old stratovolcano with a 2-mile wide caldera. This region used to be the carrot capital of the world before the mining industry apparently bought out the water rights during a tough season of drought. The mining museum is a strange place. It both attempts to be honest about the tragedies of the past and propagandizes modern mining as somehow clean. Behind an old drill bit outside there is a cowboy mural. Other murals in town show motorcyclists, a Route 66 map, elk, and children of color. The train chugs by as it has since 1882. Some buildings are in disrepair. Sidewalks are both lined with art and missing pieces to themselves. The dualities are deep and humbling. The hope is palpable and is as colorful as the painted walls lining Santa Fe Avenue/Route 66. Lush trees drape a section of what was once a swollen San Jose River. A man at the Cibola County History Museum tells us family stories. Nearby is a National Monument, El Malpais, which means “badlands” in English. There is something poetic about the volcanic geography and how resilient the people in this region are. The local Tribes have likely seen it all. From early Mormon settlement to railroad camps to the overtake of uranium to the ambiguous, flip-flop nature of the US Government. Outdoor recreation also toots its horn, but folks here have been partaking in the “outside” since time immemorial. What truly matters here and now, as locals told me in interviews, are jobs. Can outdoor rec fill the holes of mining?

#delatierra #grantsnm #storytelling #history #outdoorrec

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

PART 1/ Last September, @run.wander.ride and I drove down to Grants, NM to document both the city and the Mt. Taylor 50K for a @runners4publiclands story. The possible return of uranium mining looms heavily, so we took a look at the region’s various legacies, from its tragic uranium past to its possible outdoor recreation futures. The article came out this past January and you can find it in my bio link, but I never shared photos I took during our trip. It was in part an interesting exercise of journalism but also, for me, an artistic witness of Ti herself and the very lands she belongs to, photographs, grew up on, knows and dreams and worries about. I felt drawn to placing her in my own photos. To see her move and think. And to also see parts of a city that I knew nothing about. The dissonance between what is future facing and what is the current reality. The boom and bust of industry the majority of the country forgets about…

#journalism #delatierra #newmexico #grantsnm #boomandbust

“ Every time I was slowing down and feeling like maybe I just can’t do this. Like, no, I need to think about the women that I am here to honor. That just made sure I was at least willing to keep trying.” - @oyesaranda

Sara Aranda inherited a genetic mutation that took her mother’s life far too young. In the years since, she has turned to storytelling, adventure, and ultra running as a way to honor her mother’s memory and keep fighting forward.

In 2024, Sara set out on an audacious FKT attempt along a 130-mile route from the lowest point in the continental U.S. to the highest, carrying grief, grit, and purpose every step of the way.

Listen on Spotify or wherever you find your podcasts! (Link in bio)

Big high fives to our sponsors for The Diaries: @kuatracks, @obozfootwear and @darntoughvermont

Produced by: @marco_gonzales14, @beccacahall, @fitzcahall

Thank you Rene and Patrick for also sharing your story.

Perhaps Mother’s Day should also be about honoring matrilineal cultures. P and I booked two Ranger tours at Mesa Verde National Park yesterday. It was not only stunning to see the dwellings and learn more about cliff life, farming, water, etc but I was really glad the Rangers talked about how these places are direct relatives to living people today. Countless Pueblos spanning across the Southwest are connected to this region and to these very sites. We visited Balcony House, the Petroglyph Trail, and Cliff Palace. Tho the word palace is weird to attach to a culture whose priorities were very different from what a palace means. There was no rich vs poor here. They were families, farmers, craftspeople, traders. They domesticated turkeys and dogs. Corn thrived atop the mesas. Matrilineal society meant women held sacred, cultural leadership and power, and that is still the case for many living descendants.

My mother’s paternal-grandmother’s lineage is from a group of Ancestral Puebloans, though no one knows from where. My grandpa simply knew his grandma as, “Indian Grandma.” For a while, my grandpa was trying to research this lineage, but then he had a stroke. I, for a while, attempted to pick up where he left off. But, thanks to Spanish conquest, such knowledge was purposefully erased or made impossibly elusive to find. I may never figure out whose culture these women were taken from, but I think about them often. And I think about my dad’s mom, too, though her lineage is from much farther south. All these women, though they were descendants from matrilineal societies, grew up in patrilineal ones dominated by Spanish and English colonization. It’s hard not to want to imagine how things would have been different if the assimilation/oppression hadn’t been what it was. All I can do now is talk about them, lift them up. They are not forgotten. Thankfully, my dad’s mom is still alive.

I honor the ancestral women of this world who kept their lives and families afloat, who bore and raised and managed and believed in better futures. Every single day is yours.

Ultra runner Sara Aranda inherited a genetic mutation that took her mother away at a young age. In the years following, Sara has woven together storytelling and adventurism to pay tribute to her mother’s memory and empower herself to keep fighting. In 2024, @oyesaranda made an audacious FKT attempt on a route that travels 130 miles from the lowest point in the continental United States to the highest.

Listen on Spotify or wherever you find your podcasts! (Link in bio)

Big high fives to our sponsors for The Diaries: @kuatracks, @obozfootwear and @darntoughvermont

Produced by: @marco_gonzales14, @beccacahall, @fitzcahall

Artwork by:@waltronic

Photos: Anya Kuznetsova

Ultra runner Sara Aranda inherited a genetic mutation that took her mother away at a young age. In the years following, Sara has woven together storytelling and adventurism to pay tribute to her mother’s memory and empower herself to keep fighting. In 2024, @oyesaranda made an audacious FKT attempt on a route that travels 130 miles from the lowest point in the continental United States to the highest.

Listen on Spotify or wherever you find your podcasts! (Link in bio)

Big high fives to our sponsors for The Diaries: @kuatracks, @obozfootwear and @darntoughvermont

Produced by: @marco_gonzales14, @beccacahall, @fitzcahall

Artwork by:@waltronic

Photos: Anya Kuznetsova

Ultra runner Sara Aranda inherited a genetic mutation that took her mother away at a young age. In the years following, Sara has woven together storytelling and adventurism to pay tribute to her mother’s memory and empower herself to keep fighting. In 2024, @oyesaranda made an audacious FKT attempt on a route that travels 130 miles from the lowest point in the continental United States to the highest.

Listen on Spotify or wherever you find your podcasts! (Link in bio)

Big high fives to our sponsors for The Diaries: @kuatracks, @obozfootwear and @darntoughvermont

Produced by: @marco_gonzales14, @beccacahall, @fitzcahall

Artwork by:@waltronic

Photos: Anya Kuznetsova

Ultra runner Sara Aranda inherited a genetic mutation that took her mother away at a young age. In the years following, Sara has woven together storytelling and adventurism to pay tribute to her mother’s memory and empower herself to keep fighting. In 2024, @oyesaranda made an audacious FKT attempt on a route that travels 130 miles from the lowest point in the continental United States to the highest.

Listen on Spotify or wherever you find your podcasts! (Link in bio)

Big high fives to our sponsors for The Diaries: @kuatracks, @obozfootwear and @darntoughvermont

Produced by: @marco_gonzales14, @beccacahall, @fitzcahall

Artwork by:@waltronic

Photos: Anya Kuznetsova

Ultra runner Sara Aranda inherited a genetic mutation that took her mother away at a young age. In the years following, Sara has woven together storytelling and adventurism to pay tribute to her mother’s memory and empower herself to keep fighting. In 2024, @oyesaranda made an audacious FKT attempt on a route that travels 130 miles from the lowest point in the continental United States to the highest.

Listen on Spotify or wherever you find your podcasts! (Link in bio)

Big high fives to our sponsors for The Diaries: @kuatracks, @obozfootwear and @darntoughvermont

Produced by: @marco_gonzales14, @beccacahall, @fitzcahall

Artwork by:@waltronic

Photos: Anya Kuznetsova

Ultra runner Sara Aranda inherited a genetic mutation that took her mother away at a young age. In the years following, Sara has woven together storytelling and adventurism to pay tribute to her mother’s memory and empower herself to keep fighting. In 2024, @oyesaranda made an audacious FKT attempt on a route that travels 130 miles from the lowest point in the continental United States to the highest.

Listen on Spotify or wherever you find your podcasts! (Link in bio)

Big high fives to our sponsors for The Diaries: @kuatracks, @obozfootwear and @darntoughvermont

Produced by: @marco_gonzales14, @beccacahall, @fitzcahall

Artwork by:@waltronic

Photos: Anya Kuznetsova

Nada ni nadie es perfecto; ciertamente mi lengua, mi cuerpo, mis deseos e intenciones, no lo son. Pero, ¿dale no más, no? Ya voy. Ya pruebo. :)

My tutor recently asked me to write poems in Spanish, scroll to read one (translation is in my Insta story today). I wanted to play with how lengua means both language and tongue, but to also write about a deep insecurity of mine. It’s a simple poem, perhaps solely cathartic. But at least it’s mine.

#delatierra #poemas #poesía #learningwhatmyfamilylost

Nada ni nadie es perfecto; ciertamente mi lengua, mi cuerpo, mis deseos e intenciones, no lo son. Pero, ¿dale no más, no? Ya voy. Ya pruebo. :)

My tutor recently asked me to write poems in Spanish, scroll to read one (translation is in my Insta story today). I wanted to play with how lengua means both language and tongue, but to also write about a deep insecurity of mine. It’s a simple poem, perhaps solely cathartic. But at least it’s mine.

#delatierra #poemas #poesía #learningwhatmyfamilylost

Nada ni nadie es perfecto; ciertamente mi lengua, mi cuerpo, mis deseos e intenciones, no lo son. Pero, ¿dale no más, no? Ya voy. Ya pruebo. :)

My tutor recently asked me to write poems in Spanish, scroll to read one (translation is in my Insta story today). I wanted to play with how lengua means both language and tongue, but to also write about a deep insecurity of mine. It’s a simple poem, perhaps solely cathartic. But at least it’s mine.

#delatierra #poemas #poesía #learningwhatmyfamilylost

Nada ni nadie es perfecto; ciertamente mi lengua, mi cuerpo, mis deseos e intenciones, no lo son. Pero, ¿dale no más, no? Ya voy. Ya pruebo. :)

My tutor recently asked me to write poems in Spanish, scroll to read one (translation is in my Insta story today). I wanted to play with how lengua means both language and tongue, but to also write about a deep insecurity of mine. It’s a simple poem, perhaps solely cathartic. But at least it’s mine.

#delatierra #poemas #poesía #learningwhatmyfamilylost

Humo was the most psyched on the @guenergylabs chews packaging haha. Shopping for all the variety of nutrition/fueling products is what makes @thefeed unique in my opinion. Too bad for Humo they don’t sell cat treats. Discount code for The Feed in my bio LinkTree :)

#thefeedapril #cats_of_instagram #cute #runningfuel