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Un Mar De Colores “One Ocean Touches All Shores”

por Mario Ordóñez-Calderón

The ocean is one of the biggest connectors we as humans have on this planet. An experience in the sea in any capacity can have an enormous impact- it has the power to embrace and humble, calm and empower. My love and understanding for the ocean came later in life. It was through the art of surfing that my perspective shifted, and I no longer viewed the ocean shore as the great divider but instead as the beginning of exploration and connection.

Learning to surf was every bit as challenging as it was exciting. Navigating crowds, learning how to read the waves, and understanding tides were all part of that process. Not to mention, fifteen stitches from a wipeout gone wrong can mentally and physically leave its mark. I kept paddling out despite the growing pains, becoming addicted to all the sensations that came with surfing. I loved the way my first duck dive into the cold water left me feeling cleansed of all stresses, the deep tranquility I found while sitting out in the line up and the flow state while cruising down the open face of a wave. Learning to surf helped me learn more about myself. I gained not only self-clarity, but also a community of fellow surfers who shared my passions in and out of the water.

“I recognized that I was lucky enough to have a friend already immersed in surf culture to help me feel comfortable out in the water. It was this reflection that prompted me to question how I could return that favor for other multicultural youth with a similar upbringing as mine”.

Mario Ordóñez-Calderón

I remember the moment when the idea of sharing my passion for surfing with others sparked. Two years ago, while loading up the car to surf I’d see my Guatemalan neighbor’s kids playing out front or getting ready for school. As I drove away to the beach –less than a mile down the street– I looked back through the rear view mirror and saw kids that reminded me of myself in my youth. I began to wonder why it was that I never saw that family heading to the beach.

This subtle observation sparked within me a series of questions to try and understand why I didn’t see more Latinos out in the water, even though the Latino population in San Diegos were so large. As I reflected on my own experience, I recognized that I was lucky enough to have a friend already immersed in surf culture to help me feel comfortable out in the water. It was this reflection that prompted me to question how I could return that favor for other multicultural youth with a similar upbringing as mine.

From that blossomed Un Mar De Colores. We are a nonprofit organization that bridges the socioeconomic gap in surfing by providing free surf lessons to children of color and underserved youth. The mission is simple: share the ocean, diversify the lineup, and inspire youth. We create a space that offers a safe, relevant, and inclusive presence within communities and neighborhoods that have historically not received equitable opportunities to experience the ocean and use their voice.

We want to drive home the message that the ocean does not discriminate, it welcomes all and provides a ‘sense of place’ no matter an individual’s circumstance or color. We hosted our first Surf Fiestas in the Summer of 2020 and have been working closely with a young group of local North County kids since. We choose to go deep with a select group of 10-15 kids under the age of 12 offering them one-on-one mentorship with primarily BIPOC surfers. A key element of Un Mar De Colores is the constant effort to inspire passion and purpose through play, encouraging participants to find direction in the world through the things that bring them joy. We truly believe something as simple as catching a wave has the opportunity to teach a child their greatest life lessons.

UMDC’s second (and just as important) mission is providing visibility into an already existing rich culture of people of color within the surfing community. Our media initiative called #RepresentationMatters highlights surfers/watermen/waterwomen of multicultural backgrounds in order to show the beauty of diversity in the ocean community. We strongly believe that representation in media has a powerful impact, and is a key component in the success of multicultural youth involvement and dedication to understand the ocean as their space, too. #RepresentationMatters has truly given us the ability to inspire through art. Most recently, we collaborated with Patagonia Cardiff and Santa Barbara based artist DJ Javier to create a mural called “The Beach is For All” on the side of their storefront. Un Mar De Colores is just as proud about our art scholarships in which we grant funding to several BIPOC artists throughout the year in order for them to create ocean/surf inspired art. Whether it be a painting, a surf film, or an illustration- we see the importance of promoting the connection between art, surf, and diversity.

Un Mar De Colores has been taking shape strongly over the past half a year, and it’s all thanks to the ongoing community support. It takes a village to change culture and cultivate a more inclusive surfing community for posterity, and as a non-profit we’ve gotten as far as we have because of the continuous support from our volunteers, friends/familia, and donors. At the end of the day, I’m filled with gratitude with the ability to have a positive ripple effect in the lives of others. The ocean gave me a sense of belonging. Living a life so interconnected with it has opened doors for me in just about every aspect of my life. Passing that along to others is a cherry on top. I’m looking forward to continuing to share this passion as we start to move things along for our 2021 program.

In addition to being a surfer and co-founder of Un Mar de Colores, Mario is a mountaineer, bikepacker, and much more. Get to know him through Cycle of Ancestry, a short film about Mario’s cultural heritage and love for the outdoors.

Mapping Migraciones: From the Tropics to the Tundra | Sandhill Crane

por Leslie Gonzalez Everett

The migration of many Puerto Ricans to the US mainland, particularly to the Northeast and to Florida, follows well-established patterns. My Father, like many Puerto Ricans, came to New York City in search of work and opportunity in the post-WWII era. He migrated and settled in the Bronx alongside his brothers and sisters and their families. He began to build his life like many Puerto Ricans, working in a factory and becoming a part of the growing community in the barrios of New York. They would travel back and forth, indeed like migratory birds, to visit the island and spend time with family and come back to the lives and community they were building in the city.

It was during one of these migratory trips to Puerto Rico that my father met my mother, and soon they began migrating together. All throughout my childhood, yearly like clockwork when summer rolled around, we would pack our bags and take flight from New Jersey to San Juan to spend time with family. We would land at my Abuelita’s house and spend two- weeks going house to house, or house to beach visiting with all my Tios, Tias, Primos, y Primas. We ate and played our way across the island and made the most wonderful memories year after year.

When I was twelve years old, my parents decided to move to Florida. We settled in Central Florida, again following a tried-and-true migratory pattern, landing near family in an area that had a very robust Puerto Rican community. The migration pattern to and from Puerto Rico on an almost yearly basis would continue into my high school years.

It was not until I met my husband, James (a Floridian since birth), married, and began a family of my own that the near yearly migrations to Puerto Rico stopped. We created our nest in Central Florida, close to my parents and raised our son in the same town where my husband was born and grew up. Like many young families, the funds for yearly trips were scarce, and the focus of our efforts became raising our son, working and the everyday routine of life. It was not until our son, Jimmy, had graduated from college that we would abandon our now-empty Central Florida nest, in search of something new.

With our nest empty, as our son joined the Peace Corps and began his service in Colombia, James and I decided that it was time for us to go on an adventure of our own. So, in a move that is still heralded by friends and family in Florida as being Loco/Crazy, we left our career jobs, packed up our camper and decided to head west to Yellowstone country. The mountains were calling, and so we went. We traveled across the country to come live and work in Yellowstone National Park. It was (and continues to be) the adventure of a lifetime, a new migration west.

We lived inside the park for two summers working seasonally, and then relocated to Montana as Yellowstone and Big Sky Country worked its magic on us. I have never experienced a landscape so wild and majestic, and so vasty different from the flatlands of Florida or the tropics of Puerto Rico. How can it be that I find myself in a place where my soul feels at home, and yet I am so clearly a foreigner? To put it in context, the estimated Puerto Rican population in Montana and Wyoming COMBINED is less than 3200! I can’t find gandules, platanos and bacalao without driving for miles and miles (if then!) and forget about pasteles.

Yet here I am living my best post empty-nest life, enjoying a natural world like no other in the lower forty-eight with flora and fauna that I never thought of coexisting with. Grizzly bears, mountain lions, bison, elk, mule deer frequent the area where I now live. Nature surrounds me; It challenges me with new experiences and comforts me with its familiar patterns.

Every year I look forward to springtime. Spring brings many familiar “faces” to the landscape, robins, white pelicans, and others each following their own migratory pattern that brings them here. But my favorite is the Sandhill Crane. Their presence is comforting and familiar. I will always remember the first time I saw a Sandhill Crane in Yellowstone NP, they arrived shortly after we did to the park’s interior. A small group landed in Hayden Valley and I was mesmerized, thinking “I wonder if they made the trip from Florida, like us”?

In Central Florida Sandhill Cranes are everywhere and when I see them arrive in Montana, they always make me smile. I feel that (like me) they look somewhat out of place and yet perfectly at home. Their gangly tropical appearance that is akin to a flamingo always looks mismatched to me against the rugged snow-capped Rocky Mountains, particularly in early spring. Yet, crown held high and wings out, they strut across the landscape slowly and deliberately making their nests, making their home.

Leslie Gonzalez Everett lives in Paradise Valley (Emigrant), Montana with her husband James and rescue dog, Buddy. She enjoys wildlife watching, hiking, kayaking, and trying to make arroz con gandules like her Mami and Abuela (which is still a work in progress). Leslie is the former Chief Administrator of the official non-profit partner for Yellowstone National Park.

The Mountains We Share

por Felipe Vieyra

I share this story with the hope and intention that by doing so, our comunidades latinas (latino communities), that we start reclaiming the outdoor narrative here in the United States, and that more BIPOC folks lift up their stories and connection to the outdoors, we can inspire folks into action for those who want to build a more inclusive and diverse outdoor community.

I remember my dad sitting my brother, sister, and me down on our living room carpet, so excited to share a story about our abuelita. Our abuelita was going to be staying with us for a few years in our home in Fort Morgan, Colorado. Fort Morgan was a small agricultural town in the eastern plains of Colorado. My parents and I had immigrated to this cow-town in the early 90s from Mexico in the pursuit of our “American Dream”. We were excited to hear about our abuelita. I apparently met her when I was a baby but you hardly ever hold onto your early childhood memories so she was someone who I was barely getting to know but someone that held a special place in my father’s life. My siblings were born in Colorado so they would truly be meeting her for the first time.

Your abuelita grew up in the sierras of Michoacan. Our family had a ranch and I remember growing up on it and exploring the mountainsides with your uncles and aunts and your abuelito and abueltia my father would say. I could barely fathom how it must have been to grow up in the mountains of Michoacan. What a life! I exclaimed! It was a hard life but one with good food, hard work, family, and best of all, the mountains we shared my father responded with.

My abuelita would later share with me that they were forced to sell that ranch and that they eventually moved into the city in Morelia, Michoacan. Being newcomers to the United States, my family and I didn’t have much growing up. Both of my parents worked at the meatpacking plant in Fort Morgan and my father would often work overtime but what I could always count on when spring and summer would come would be our family trips up to Estes Park and Rocky Mountain National Park. It’s those trips and car rides that I nostalgically remember from my childhood. The band Sonora Dinamita music playing on the way there, the picnics we would have along the way, and then sitting down around the campfires sharing moments that we would never forget with each other. That was the connection we built as a family, that I built with the outdoors. While our family went through a lot with the US immigration system, our escape was the outdoors. Exploring the mountains and outdoors of Colorado brought us together.

My abuelita came, stayed with us, lived a long life alongside our family, and passed away while I was in college. She was buried right next to my abuelito in a beautiful rainbow grave in the mountains of Michoacan. While we got to enjoy the outdoors and explore the mountains as a family, I realized that there were so many other activities and ways in which we could enjoy the outdoors. I remember mostly white students skipping school to go snowboarding while I was in high school, it wasn’t a luxury I could afford because of cost, the need to do well in school so my parents sacrifices of coming to this country wasn’t in vain and also how far away we were living in the eastern plains and also the perception that it was something only white folks did. My siblings and I grew up. I went to college and it was the same in college. I didn’t get the chance to enjoy snowboarding, mountain biking, and backpacking in those four years at the University of Denver because of the cost, the lack of representation of BIPOC folks in those spaces that made me feel like I didn’t belong.

While I loved the outdoors, the mountains, all of it because of my experiences growing up, it was something that I couldn’t fully enjoy because of how expensive it cost sometimes to access the outdoors and also to often find yourself as the only person of color on the trails. This would get me in my head, trying to think of why I’m one of the few people of color who love backpacking. When I return from my trips, I always come back to the same thoughts:

  • Income Inequality (outdoor products are expensive)
  • The perception that only “White Folks” do these activities (lack of representative media)
  • NO major outdoor brands that create culturally relevant products (especially food products)

There comes a moment when you have to realize that the “system” wasn’t built to be inclusive and has extensive barriers in place that discourage black, Indigenous, and People of Color (BIPOC), would-be adventurers from participating in wilderness activities. You realize that you need to claim space and that the outdoors ARE for us to enjoy and share. I think of my abuelitos whenever I hit a trail and I think of my family’s joy in being in the outdoors together growing up. I hold onto those memories and remember who I love when I am out and about and if any form of doubt creeps into my head. I remind myself that these are mountains to be shared, mountains that my abuelita would have loved to have explored herself.

As BIPOC folks, we need to remind ourselves of who we love and remind ourselves that we belong in the outdoors. That these mountains are to be shared and that we should feel empowered to be the ones creating new outdoor gear brands, leading outdoor recreational organizations and excursions. We should be at the table demanding change. Felipe is originally from Morelia, Michoacán Mexico but has lived in Colorado since he was 4. He started lifting up his voice regarding educational inequity because of being an immigrant, man of color in school systems that were never meant for either identity.

Felipe is active in the Denver community by being involved with various different boards and commissions. He is currently the co-chair of the Young Latino Philanthropist, the Secretary of Colorado Peoples Alliance C3 board. He also coaches competitive soccer with Club C&C and loves volunteering his time to issues that he cares about and being outdoors and a co-founder of Oso Adventure Meals!