Author: Ruby Rodríguez

By Jessica Zamudio

I first heard about Latino Outdoors when I was a National Park Service Academy member in 2015. NPSA is a program run through the Student Conservation Association, which focuses on building connections between underrepresented youth and the National Parks. Through my experiences with organizations like these I have had the great privilege of learning about our public lands and building strong relationships with these incredible, wild spaces.

I grew up in Broward County, Florida. My family comes from all over. My mom came from Warsaw, Poland when she was in her twenties and my dad came from Bogota, Colombia. Growing up, we didn’t do many outdoorsy things. We didn’t go camping or hiking, once in a while we made it over to the beach to go swimming but aside from that we didn’t get a lot of exposure to nature. It was later on, when I was in college that I started to become interested in expanding my horizons and exploring the places around me. That is when I really began developing a deeper relationship with nature.

I had moved to an area of central Florida where there was a lot more undeveloped land and a much more country kind of life style. While driving down the highway I would pass wide, open pastures, old orange groves and pine forests. Sometimes I would drive through, what I would later discover, was a state park. I’d stay in my car and just admire the astounding pine flat woods and hope to see a deer. Eventually, I got up the nerve to put on some sneakers and try out one of the hiking trails at St. Sebastian River Preserve State Park. At first, I was terrified. I didn’t go very far. I was sure that a giant rattlesnake or a huge panther would jump out of the saw palmettos and I’d be done for. Despite my apprehensions about this totally new world, I felt a feeling I’d never felt in my life there. I felt true peace. I felt a quiet, a stillness that the city had never offered my spirit. I kept going back there, and each time I did, my curiosity grew and eventually I got to a point where I wanted more. I wanted to know how I could spend my life in these places. I didn’t know much about wildlife or the plants and trees but something deep within me told me to keep going.

In 2014, a quick Google search landed me on the Student Conservation Association’s website. I found an article about the National Park Service Academy and its mission to connect students from all walks of life with the National Parks through internship programs. I applied, and in the spring of 2015, I was flown out to the Grand Teton National Park where I would spend the week with strangers from all over the country, learning about and exploring the park. We met with park superintendents, rangers and even the first African American director of the National Park Service, Robert Stanton. The amazing team of mentors walked us through the foundation of National Park Service culture and inspired us with their own personal stories. We went snowshoeing, took a wagon ride through the National Elk Refuge in Jackson Hole, and met a Native American tribe from the region who shared with us their traditional dance and drum ceremony. That week changed my life and the opportunities to come would only further solidify my love for the wild.

That summer, I would continue the second portion of my internship at Yosemite National Park as the Video Production and Social Media Intern. It was there that I met Parks in Focus. This Udall Foundation program connects underserved youth to the parks through summer camping trips. Each child is given a digital camera and throughout the week learns about digital photography and the outdoors. I had the honor of featuring this program in a Sony funded video project. I was so moved by these kids; their openness, their curiosity. Some of them shared with me how new all this was to them, how they had never seen a place like this before and never imagined this kind of place even existed. I realized that I was just like them, just a little older. We were all there, a part of these vital diversity programs, being introduced to the mountains and the clean, fresh air for the first time. Learning to love the earth in a totally new way. The seeds of stewardship were being planted and watered there. Future conservationists were being made.

Today, I continue my journey with the wilderness. I currently serve as a member of the Florida Conservation Corps in Ocala, Florida. I am the Project R.O.A.R. (Regional Outreach and Awareness Recruiters) member for District 3 of the Florida Park Service. My goals are to recruit new volunteers for Florida State Parks and AmeriCorps as well as to educate the public about Florida’s natural world. Because of the generosity that programs like NSPA showed me, I carry on the mission to connect underrepresented populations to the parks in hopes of developing the same kind of love that I have for these amazing natural spaces. I work with what I have. For now, I do small things, like making bi-lingual flyers and targeting organizations and individuals in underserved communities to connect with. In a previous position at Marsh-Billings-Rockefeller National Historical Park, I was able to utilize grant funding the park had, to connect with an organization that serves the homeless. With the support of the park, I organized a day of hiking, swimming and picnicking for the summer camp kids at no cost to the organization. I am grateful to hear that the partnership has grown since I left and they continue to return to the park in the summer for a day of outdoor recreation.

I’m not sure where my journey will lead next but I am so excited to continue exploring, learning and sharing these amazing wild places with people from all walks of life. I hope to continue to learn from the example of the pioneers of organizations like Latino Outdoors, so that I too can contribute to expanding the accessibility and inclusivity of parks to a wider array of people.

To learn more about Jessica visit her Instagram page.

Vamos Outdoors!

By Ana Beatriz Cholo

I had no idea what a National Park was when I was a kid. My family didn’t camp or hike. This probably sounds weird but I don’t think I even knew about the concept of walking up hills or mountains for fun until I was much, much older.

My experience growing up as a first-generation immigrant in the United States and not having done all of this stuff is not uncommon, however. It turns out a lot of my mostly Latino friends didn’t get into the outdoors until they left home.

My parents immigrated to the United States in their 20s; my dad from Colombia, and my mom from Brazil. They met at an ESL class in New York City in the mid-1960s. My mom had grown up in one of the largest cities in the world, São Paulo. The area where my father grew up, just outside of Bogota, the nation’s capital, was slightly less urban.  

When I think of experiencing nature for the first time, I think of ants. As a small child, I would quietly sit and watch all the ants that would scurry around on the sidewalk outside our gritty apartment building. Sometimes I would pick them up in order to examine them more closely.

When we moved to a pink house in Southern California, nature for me became the grass in our backyard, the orange, lemon and avocado trees and the occasional, but rare, beach outing. I was in Girl Scouts in fifth grade just long enough to get the green uniform. I dropped out shortly after I realized I would not be allowed to participate in most of the activities. My strict Latino father made it clear that there would be no sleeping outside on the ground for me when I could sleep in a perfectly good bed under a roof.

And there would be no discussion about it, either. “That stuff is for boys,” my father told me gruffly.

In high school, I took a Life Science class. I can’t remember if I even made it to taking a college course Biology class. I think I have fuzzy, painful memories of being bored to death and how bad formaldehyde smelled.

So how did I end up with a job writing and taking photos about the National Park Service? The answer, I would say, is a combination of fortune, fate, a willingness to make sacrifices, a strong desire to work outdoors and a commitment to service. My official title is Senior Writer and my employer is the Santa Monica Mountains Fund, a non-profit committed to supporting the Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area. My first day on the job was February 13, 2018, and so far, I can attest to it being an adventure.

I work at the largest urban national park in the country. We’re located outside Los Angeles, a gigantic metropolis of 16 million people.

In a way, I feel like my most important task is to break down the great work that we do and share it to the public in an engaging way. In my former life, I was a news reporter for large newspapers and, in some ways, my current job is similar.

The perks of my job are many.

For instance, my colleagues are so smart, knowledgeable and nerdy in the best way possible. My cubicle is next to a biologist who researches mountain lions for a living. Out of all the study projects at our park, that is the one that garners the most attention from the media and general public. Next to him is the bobcat biologist and then the herps biologist. I regularly eavesdrop on all of their conversations and, by doing so, I am learning about science in a way that is more applicable to the real world.  

Part of my job entails explaining their work and taking lots of photos. Therefore, on some days, I get to play amateur biologist or ecologist or trail worker. We have almost 100 employees here!

It’s really cool to get up close and personal with the local wildlife. A few months ago, I held a California newt in my hand. This creature is a salamander that has toxins so poisonous on its skin that it can kill you if ingested. I thought it was super cute. Later that day, I found a tick embedded in my back and another one crawling around on my skin. That was creepy.  

I’ve handled snakes, lizards and California red-legged frogs in the wild and witnessed several necropsies of bobcats and coyotes. I’ve helped restore native plants and, as part of trail work, I’ve wielded a weed trimmer and helped tidy up part of the Backbone Trail, a 67-mile trail that spans our mountains from east to west.

One day, I spent hours taking data on how plants are coming back to life in an area that was impacted by a devastating wildfire. It was fascinating how my colleague was able to identify and rattle off the name of hundreds of plants (including their scientific names)!

Not every day is spent in the field, however. In fact, most days I’m sitting behind a desk. I write press releases, update the mountain lion profiles on our website and answer questions from the public on random questions like “Can you identify the bird in this photo?” to “why does a tarantula molt?”. Writing social media posts that engage is fun and challenging, like one that explained the odd habits of toe biters – weird, but fascinating insects – that live in our local streams. The news media loved that one. They picked it up and it made national news!

I’m still fairly new at this job and there’s so much more I want to do. I’m in my 40s and I’m living proof that it’s never too late to start a new career.  Even my youngest son Jude, who has special needs, is excited about my job. He recently experienced how rewarding it can be to work as an interpretive ranger when he shared our pet tarantula, Ozzy, with other young children during a tarantula hike and talked to them about it.

When I see fourth graders coming into our park, I know that for many of them, it’s their first time being out in the mountains and I see myself in them. That could have been me but those programs didn’t exist when I was a kid. I wonder – is there something we can we do to get their parents to come out here, too? And as someone who works in Public Affairs, what can I do to help make that happen?

I don’t know the answer and, perhaps, that’s a blog post topic for another day.

In the meantime, I’m living the dream by sharing information to a diverse public about our amazing public lands. In my mind, nothing beats being able to grab my iPhone, throw on a pair of hiking boots, get on a trail and call it work!

How lucky am I?     

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Also just recently, an article Ana Beatriz Cholo wrote the Alpinist Magazine “The Accidental Mountaineer” was chosen for Notables List for Best American Sports Writing of 2017.