The Price of Breathing

In the canyon of the Rio Grande

In the canyon of the Rio Grande

A family of coyotes jumped a 22-year-old guy in Boulder County, CO the other night while he was waiting for a bus. He’s okay, but his face and hands are hurting. That’s what they went for, the face, and one wouldn’t let go of his hand.

Coyotes aren’t supposed to bother adult humans. A spokesperson for the state parks and wildlife department said, “When we have adult animals teaching that type of aggressive behavior, that’s a really dangerous thing.” I guess so. There are a hell of a lot of coyotes out there. Some nights it sounds like we’re surrounded by them. If they ever stopped being afraid of us, there’d be a war.

I don’t think it would ever happen in Taos County, though. Boulder County (727 square miles, population 305,000) has a population density of 400 people per square mile. Taos County (2,203 square miles, population 33,000) has a population density of 15 people per square mile. Our coyotes aren’t freaked out. Some of us humans are, but then it’s lonesome out here.

There’s a story in my first book about walking home from a Las Posadas party in San Cristobal, a mountain village north of Taos. It was about 10 °F and perfectly still. I had to hike about two miles up a lonely dirt road packed with snow and ice. About halfway home, a pack of howling coyotes shattered the silence. I couldn’t see them, but they were close and followed me for a while. I don’t remember being scared, but I was certainly, uh, alert… What a quintessential New Mexico experience! First the posadas—oh man, you need to read the book—and then all the way home on the squeaky frozen snow, with stars so bright they hurt your eyes.

There’s another quintessential regional experience. As one of my readers emailed, “So many times your writings on how this place is so fucking brutal when struggling for money, hits me hard. Going crazy here for 10 years myself.” This is true. I always knew it was true, in the abstract, but then I was going to make a zillion dollars “creating content” [kaff, kaff—er, writing] on the Internet.* Who the hell cared?

I see two ways to come at this condition. The first is that there just isn’t anybody here, so to speak. My correspondent lives in Albuquerque, but even there, when you get to edge, it stops! Personally I find this of extraordinary benefit to mind and body. It elevateth the spirit and restoreth the soul. The second is that struggle and brutality are historically normal in these parts. When I realized that this evening, my heart gave a little leap. It’s not my fault, you see, just a feature of the deal. (God, I love New Mexico.)

As a friend of mine just said, “Stay with your heart and this will work itself out.” Even if it doesn’t, baby, look at what I did!

* I still am, too, so don’t get smart….

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John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. with his classical pianist wife. “Possibly the only place I can get away with this,” he says. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore (Bush’s Brain) put it in a review of John’s first book, Buffalo Lights is the work of a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” John is the author of BUFFALO LIGHTS, TAOS SOUL, ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE, and THE HELEN CHRONICLES. He has been publishing online since 1996 (Zoo Zone, Farr Site, MacFaust, GRACK!, FarrFeed) and blogs regularly here at JHFARR.COM. See also → John’s Twitter profile, Amazon Author Page, video channel at YouTube, and website photos at SmugMug. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on About page.  

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