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Returning to My Raíces

por Luisa Vargas

I remember when the summers I spent in Colombia on my grandparent’s farm only required some old rubber boots to keep our feet dry. The moment breakfast was over, we ran out of the house in jeans and cotton sweatshirts, staying out until the sun began to set. We climbed trees and roamed fields, but I couldn’t tell you what we did that took up eight hours of our day. We did this for three months straight and we never got bored.

We didn’t need waterproof hiking shoes, technical pants, or protein bars to fuel our adventures. All we needed were those feijoa fruit trees to pluck off an afternoon snack and the wool ruanas my grandma would have ready for us the moment a breeze started to pick up. 

I remember the camping trips to the Everglades my parents would take us on. We’d pack up inflatable mattresses, frozen arepas, and a few hand-me-down bikes for what I thought was the most exciting weekend of the year. We used the same inflatable mattresses we slept on the first few months of our life in the United States. On special trips, we’d stop at a smoothie shop called Robert is Here on our way to the park, and I can’t think of a time I was happier.

We didn’t need ultralight sleeping pads, down sleeping bags, the latest model of carbon-fiber bikes, or freeze-dried meals to have an epic adventure. The things we brought were familiar, comfortable, and inexpensive. Most importantly, they were all things we had at home which made saying yes to exploring so much easier for our family of four.

I remember when I first started running around my neighborhood in high school. I ran in cotton t-shirts from school-sponsored events, my favorite sneakers were the ones with holes in them, and I didn’t track how fast or far I ran. I started running because my feelings were overwhelming and it was the only time I felt like I could quiet down my thoughts. Most importantly, I didn’t have to ask my parents to pay for a class or a membership to a gym. It was one of the few things I could do independently.

I didn’t need the latest running app, technical gear, or a goal. All I needed was the pure joy of moving my body, a safe neighborhood, and something to cover my feet. It became a daily ritual, rain or shine, to listen to my steps and connect with the ground beneath my feet. 

I don’t remember when I started thinking I needed specific gear to enjoy time in nature. Up until I was 14 years old, going outdoors meant the most humble activity. It required nothing more than the necessities we already owned and taking a step out the door. As time passed, I grew into a world that sold me things to go outside and suddenly I began limiting what I thought I could do.

I don’t remember when “outdoors” became an industry. The outdoors is no longer a place, but an idea. “Going outdoors”, “being outdoorsy”, and “enjoying the outdoors”, have become phrases to encompass more than just being outside, but a set of activities you must do in a certain way and with certain things. It has become a box and with boxes come inequalities. 

Access to public lands disproportionately affects people of color. In Texas, my home state, 95% of land is privately owned, limiting the amount of green spaces available for those who do not own land. Access to parks and green spaces is significantly more difficult for people who don’t own a car. Language barriers can also be a limiting factor for Latine communities getting outdoors. 

Remembering my past has become a tool of empowerment, proof that the outdoors is a place that we get to experience however we feel called to. It doesn’t take much and it doesn’t matter what you choose to do—roam fields, camp, run, paint in a park, or exchange chisme in your backyard—as long as you do it outside, it counts as being outdoors. 

This year, Latino Outdoors is making an intentional effort to honor our raíces. As I began thinking about my own story and roots, I noticed how intertwined they are. Unknowingly, I’ve been reaching for opportunities and a community that carries those same ideas. LO is transforming the outdoors into a place to share and celebrate stories, knowledge, and culture. Little did I know that the little girl roaming fields in Colombia was already doing that. My work as an adult would not only be about sprouting leaves but it would be largely dedicated to digging deep and honoring my raíces with a community by my side.

Meeting Mt. Tumanguya

por Elias Naser


On July 1, 2024, six Latinx individuals, led and organized by Latino Outdoors’ Los Angeles outings leader Elias Naser, began their ascent up to Mt. Tumanguya (aka Mt. Whitney). Tumanguya is the name given by the Northern Paiute tribes, in rough translation, “old man” or “guardian spirit”, of the highest peak in the lower 48 states of the contiguous United States sitting at 14,500ft (4419.6m). It is situated inside the Sierra Nevadas and the Great Basin Divide in California. 

The six explorers, Elias, Remigio Mateo (LO Los Angeles), Ruby Aguirre-Gutierrez (LO San Francisco Bay Area), Rosa, Alonso, and Danny, set foot at the Whitney Portal the day before ascending (June 30, 2024) to acclimate at approx 8,333ft (2540m). The portal serves as an entrance into the “guardian spirit.” The six explorers on day zero also recognized and acknowledged the lands home to the Northern Paiute and Shosone peoples who were there, are still there, and forever will be the original stewards of this beautiful and prosperous landscape.

Mt. Tumanguya can be summitted in a day, yet Elias was able to secure the overnight permits after years of applying for the US Forest Service lottery. At the Portal Campground, Ruby (LO San Francisco Bay Area) expressed thoughts and feelings of excitement, nervousness, and anxiety, yet feeling grateful for the adventure. The party ate in the town of Lone Pine, right below Mt. Tumanguya, gathering there prior to the ascent up to the Portal campground. The sound of the rushing water of Lone Pine Creek next to the party provided soothing white noise. The smell of an extinguished campfire where they all gathered to express their gratitude for being present with one another on an incredible journey they would all share and never forget.

Day 1 (July 1) was full of excitement, and they all made a plan to rise by dawn and get moving with all their equipment. Many of them had an average of 35 lbs on their backs while ascending approximately 3800 ft (1158m). The first day they passed by Lone Pine Lake as their first stop, then “Entering the Whitney Zone” to ascend to take a break at Outpost Camp. They made their way to Mirror Lake, dipping their feet or body to freshen up. Danny and Ruby enjoyed the dip in cold clean water, looking up they were able to witness the peak’s edge of Tumanguya. This location was the last of the trees before the ascent up to Trailside Meadow, which had water rushing down with beautiful Sky pilot plants growing adjacent to the water melt coming up from Trail camp. The granite slabs of Tumanguya were caused by a fault system that runs along the Sierra’s eastern base, which felt like being on a lunar landscape. The last 2 – 10 million years of this granite rose underneath what is now the “guardian spirit”, enabling glacial and river erosion to reveal what they saw.

The temperature conditions were perfect all the way up. Remi was the first to make it up to Trail camp, our most experienced hiker ascending Tumanguya multiple times, with Alonso was right behind him. Elias and Rosa were at the back of the group enjoying the views. The stars came out, showcasing the Milky Way clearly near midnight. The 7.5 miles (12.1km) were not easy, especially with the backpack weight, yet Elias described the satisfaction of being at Trail camp as an accomplishment in itself. He expressed the sights of snow along the peaks leading up to Tumanguya. With food in their belly, they hit the sleeping sacks, ready to rise when Sol showed its face. Alonso was able to stay up snapping great pictures, with his media-rich equipment, of those hiking through the night on their one-day excursions (typically between 12-16 hours). 

Day 2 (July 2), was a split party up to Tumanguya, with Remi, Ruby, and Alonso leading the way at sunrise, Elias, and Danny right behind. Rosa’s main goal was to make it to Trail camp where she heard the “old guardian spirit” call her name to make it up for the ultimate goal. Upon the ascent known as the 99 switchbacks that rose 1700 ft (518 m) in about 2 miles at about 13000 ft (3962 m), the air was a lot thinner yet they witnessed some spectacular sights. Remi described viewing Guitar Lake about a mile to the summit, 

“we are quite a special life form on this planet, where we are able to live and experience such beauty and share it with great amigxs!” 

Ruby described Day 2 going up in elevation surprised by her own body’s strength. Danny and Elias made their way up the 99 switchbacks, as the two have been friends since high school, sharing stories of their youth playing music in a band together, and discussing their next adventure in Mt. Rainier National Park. As all party members summited Tumanguya, all felt the energy radiating from this amazing source, believing great weather conditions throughout the trip were in part from the positive energy placed on day zero (June 30). 

The sights from the top were nothing but spectacular, imagining what the first peoples of this land may have witnessed and experienced when up there. One can only imagine as well how far Nuestra Madre Tierra heals herself, while human-made climate changes are affecting her without a solution in sight from our “progress” in human development. Chief Seattle of the Duwamish and Suquamish peoples, who Seattle, WA is named after, once stated,

“The earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.” 

Upon this reflection, Elias came to the conclusion that, although this moment in time, however short or long it is, we will need to protect our sacred earth for generations to come, in urgent speed. The mandated use of wag bags which they abided by, was simply one piece in the solution to respect the “old man”, yet the urgency to preserve nuestra madre tierra is even more prevalent as human-made climate change is affecting so much and for generations to come. 

Upon their last night at Trail camp before finishing out the trip, rest was a priority but so was celebrating the ascent up the tallest peak in the lower 48 contiguous states. LO leaders and party members were humbled, fatigued, and excited to get back to “civilization” all while reflecting on the strength and resiliency of what their bodies just went through. 

Day 3 (July 3) back to the Portal campground from Trail camp, they hit the ground running at sunrise, ready to witness the trail coming down. The Tumanguya portal store was their reward where they had a real cooked meal. They were grateful to come back unharmed, confident, and with a sense of accomplishment in their hearts. This was something special for Elias, who had a vision and organized a party worthy of Tumanguya’s spirit.

They couldn’t have done this without our collaborated support for one another to push through, and for the help Latino Outdoors, as an organization, provided this party of six explorers. They are forever grateful to experience meeting Tumanguya with their tired yet strong feet.

Elevation Gain: 6769 feet (2063.2 meters)

Distance Hiked: 22.8 miles (36.7 kilometers)

Cute Pikas Spotted: Six

Trails Rx: Healing Under Redwood Groves

por Veronica Silva-Miranda

For about three years now, my primary care physician has been trying to put me on high blood pressure medicine. I politely declined every time until last month; I woke up in the middle of the night from heart palpitations, I just laid in bed, focused on my breathing, and my mind started to drift off into a redwood grove. I’ve known for years that I struggled with high blood pressure, I would feel a pressure in my arm or my hands would start to throb or go numb. I learned to step away from what I was doing at that time and sit in a quiet space, close my eyes and think about what brings me peace; the redwood forest. 

There is a special bond I have created with redwood trees, they give me strength, put me at ease when I smell the fresh scent of new growth and stress instantly releases out of my body as I spend time amongst redwood groves. It’s one of the reasons I often visit redwood parks in California. 

One of my favorite parks to visit is Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park, located in the Santa Cruz Mountains. The redwood grove in the park has a beautiful accessible trail that is great for families with small children, elders, and people with mobility limitations. The trail has an interpretive walk and people can learn more about the amazing redwood trees and why they are so important to our environment. On this visit I learned that redwood trees produce both male and female cones that can provide between 60 to 120 seeds which is incredible and a valuable source for preserving redwood tree growth. There is also a visitor center with tons of information on the park, redwood trees, wildlife and often there are activities for youth to participate in and information on park programs for families, school groups and visitors.  

For me, having an accessible trail is important because of my limitations at the moment. My high blood pressure makes it hard for me to walk on trails with more than a 250 ft incline. I’m also learning to navigate an injury from a fall that has made my mobility limited, and I’m listening to my body when it needs to rest. I’m finding that slower movement has made me appreciate nature so much more. It’s easier to spot wildlife, observe moss up close, feel the soft bark on trees and hear the wind blow within the trees. It’s truly a remarkable feeling to spend some time in a redwood forest. 

I’m so grateful for parks like Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park that offer trails like the Redwood Grove Loop. The grove provides a place of exploration, healing, learning and gives that WOW feeling. The loop will have you looking up at these beautiful towering trees that are so tall you cannot see the top from the ground floor.

I can honestly say that spending time underneath redwood trees has helped me adjust to the high blood pressure medication I was prescribed. I think the benefits of spending time amongst these ancient trees is beneficial to everyone, but especially important to those that have had to transition to taking medication, overcoming an injury or finding a balance for one’s mental health. Visiting redwood parks definitely helps me gather my thoughts, have deep conversations with friends and family. When I’m alone sometimes I find a place to sit and write in my journal or jot down notes of things to accomplish or changes to be made.

At the end of my walk on this visit, I felt grateful for my family, close friendships, and the ability to visit this special park not too far from my home in San Francisco. As I learn to work with a new medication and continue healing from a back injury, I know places like Henry Cowell State Park can provide a place of healing and wellness not just for me but many other people as well.