Thursday, June 20, 2013

Serendipitous Paradoxes (wedding season)

This piece appears in today's Durango Telegraph. 

Serendipity is love, love is serendipitous. This is one of a hundred quotes scribbled on my beloved writing desk, the only non-recreational possession I’ve held onto as I’ve floated from place to place over the last ten years. Now that I write that, I looked across my room and remember I also own a bed, which I acquired last year, so I now own two major possessions not related to outdoor recreation. I guess its all downhill to domestication from here.

A few weeks ago a co-worker of mine asked me if I had any adventures planned for the summer. With a quick mental scan of my calendar I realized most of my travel plans were wedding related: four total. I’m in my mid-thirties, and since 30 is the new 20 and people are getting married later in life, especially the dirtbag climber types I surround myself with, its prime time for my friends to be tying the knot (pun intended).

Fortunately my friends are cool, so they get married in cool places. And that’s why three weeks ago my girlfriend Ashley and I packed up the Subaru and headed out to Yosemite, California. On the way out we stopped off at the Mountainfilm festival in Telluride for the Reading Frenzy, an event I was a part of for my recently published book. Telluride is such a trip, and we immediately got disoriented and lost in the ritzy-ness of Mountain Village. I tried to explain the nature of Telluride to my girlfriend best summed up as, “things are either free or expensive here at these festivals.”

Like many Durango-folk I wear multiple hats of employment, but one job I never get sick of is my work as a creative writer. I sat and soaked it in at the Hotel Madeline, where the Reading Frenzy was held, and recalled all the previous festivals in Telluride I tried to sneak into (some more successful than others). Here I was as a legitimate guest.

Sitting to the right of me was Rob Story, a brilliant local ski-mountain town culture writer, and to the left was Tom Shadyac, writer and director of films such as The Nutty Professor and Ace Ventura, who works with people like Jim Carrey, Eddie Murphy and Morgan Freeman. Most impressive of all Shadyac has given up the baller lifestyle. He recently sold his Hollywood mansion and moved into a trailer. Shadyac has changed his focus to spirituality, and his most recent film I Am, as well as his new book, Life’s Operating Manual reflect that.

After our dose of Mountainfilm we went downtown. I bought a really expensive smoothie and Ashley found a sweet hippie style duffle bag in the Free Box, and we made our way west.

Of course the bulk of our drive took us through the strange paradoxes of Utah and Nevada, and we finally made it to Yosemite Valley. It was Ashley’s first trip to “The Valley” so of course we stopped at the El Capitan meadow to gaze at the majestic 3,000 foot chunk of golden granite. Amongst the mindless meddling of gaping tourists we watched a mother and son climb up on fallen tree, only to witness the mother freak out in fear a mere five feet off the ground, while much braver human beings climbed on El Capitan. Yosemite shows the best and worst of America and Americans.

 The wedding of my dear friends Taryn and Scott was an all-time tearjerker. Held at the Green House, in the Big Meadow, just a few minutes west of Yosemite Valley, it was a simple and beautiful Quaker-style wedding. Minutes before the wedding I found out my Grandmother was undergoing emergency surgery, making it even more emotional, and bringing forth the always lesson of the preciousness of life; perhaps that is why we cry so much at weddings. (Grandma ended up having successful surgery.)

 In the blistering California sun we took cover under white umbrellas and the bride and groom exchanged vows. Both dedicated environmentalists their passion for love and life was evident in the ceremony, and true to the Quaker tradition the audience was invited to share their stories, thoughts, and poetry during the ceremony. I was in tears so often I thought I might not be able to speak, but since so many cried during their speeches I got up anyways. I managed to keep it together and thanked my friends for always opening up their home in Yosemite, and more importantly sharing their love with all of us; love is an exponential force, and like the song says, something in the world that there is just too little of.

At the reception we danced and drank like there would be no tomorrow. The highlights were experiencing contra dancing for the first time, followed by a late night synchronized MC Hammer dance with 20 of my best friends in the world. The next day we recovered and eventually did some mellow climbing.

As we drove to our destination, located right next to El Capitan we noticed a helicopter flying above, not a good sign. Soon the helicopter was obviously performing a rescue on a route called the East Buttress, and we quickly learned from other climbers that it was a body recovery. A climber had been killed by a rock dislodged from his partner. I wondered if it was someone we knew, and waited for the inevitable phone call if it was. In the end we found out it was not one of our friends, rather a visiting climber from London, England.

 We cautiously climbed in Yosemite for a few more days, and watched tourists do the silly things they do like feeding squirrels, while taking pictures of them (right next to signs that say don’t feed the animals). 

Then it was time to get back home, traversing the weird desert of Nevada and Utah, until we hit that Welcome to Colorful Colorado sign. It’s never a bummer to be back home when you live in Durango, and soon enough we would be packing up the Subaru for more knot tying. 

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