Monday, December 9, 2013

Travels without "Maddie"

It's now December and I should be writing a "Christmas Letter."
However, I just discovered this post from September that I never sent out, so decided to just go ahead and post it...

I'll add another more up-to-date post soon.

( FYI: To see the full Blog and previous posts, click the "blue" title above)





This year, having sold our motorhome, "Maddie," we enjoyed some day trips and some 2-3 day trips, mostly in Central Oregon, with one trip to the coast.
Here are some pictures to give you a flavor...


Smith Rock State Park


Monkey Face
In early Spring, the river is still frozen in places, but the sun is warm and hike an easy one along the river.
There are steep trails up and into the high cliffs,  but not for me with a meniscus tear!
Smith Rock is an international rock climbing destination, and climbers are on these rock faces all year long.
That is not something I have ever wanted to do!!
I love these old trees and attempt to paint them.

Ancient Juniper tree in the Badlands Wilderness Area
east of Bend.



The following are scenes of the the Oregon Outback.
Unexpected snow covered hills.
The car had never been dirtier.
The picture doesn't do it justice...
This is the town of Post, OR...all of it.
Remnants of old homesteads abound.
Most failed due to the severe conditions.

The Malheur National Wildlife Refuge is always fascinating, and always different with millions or few birds, depending upon when you go.
















Not real, metal...out in the middle of nowhere.


It's actually quite common to run into a cattle drive,
coming down the road, complete with cowboys
anywhere in central Oregon.



Clouds are riveting and spectacular not matter what time of the year.


The John Day National Monument...This area is called the Painted Hills.
The whole area is a geological phenomena, attracting geologists from all over the world.
















I continue playing cello with the Quartet and enjoy it more and more. We all agreed to not do weddings, events, etc., and now are focusing on very challenging chamber music that we are enjoying working on over a longer period of time, watching our progress, and bringing it to a level that we feel we can perform it. Then we do a recital! It has allowed us all to rise to new levels, and culminating in a very successful recital in June! It felt wonderful to have an audience appreciate all our hard work! I also play for Taize services twice a month, as well as with a pianist friend. She and I work on a variety of works written for cello and piano.
This year I am more and more conscious of what I am "doing" and why, with the result being that I feel less busy, with more breathing room. It feels better and more balanced. Buddhism and the Enneagram both are very helpful in awakening one to the patterns and habits developed over a lifetime that can be running the show (the personality,) instead of the True Nature or Essence that is who we really are. This, of course, leads on to endless discussion.....



These pictures are here to show you my longer hair!

I have not been painting much, but still enjoy playing with watercolor and now acrylics. If it gets too frustrating I just stop. It's not worth getting caught up in the old patterns of having to do it well. I want it to be fun, and now I find just doing some quick painting in my journal is all I need to do.



These photos were on an early summer hike at Todd Lake, which is only about 30 minutes away from our home.





Nearby Sparks Lake with South Sister on the left.
I hiked up Tumalo Mt. alone and got to this point where I  was above the treeline and could look at Mt. Bachelor. If I'd gone on to the top I would have seen even bigger ones, Broken Top and South Sister, but had to turn back due to an aching hip and common sense...Yea!
Amazing that this is only 1/2 hour away.


 The Deschutes River runs through Bend, and just outside of Bend you can access a trail that runs along it for miles.







The most exciting news of the summer is that my daughter, Lauren, has moved back to the westcoast from Manhattan. She has been in New York for the last 8 years, and now has transferred with her same company to San Francisco.The company has an office in SF. She now is able to work some days from her home office, and other days goes to SF by ferry. It is working out very well, and she loves being in her new home in Fairfax, which is only a couple of miles from where she grew up. I spent 2 weeks with her there in July helping in the search for a place to live, a car to drive (she hasn't had a car in 8 years! and all the other details of moving. She didn't move in til Aug. 1, so this week I will return to actually see her settled in the new place.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

The Shooting and the Dharma


At 7AM on the Monday morning following the Superbowl in early February, 2013, the phone rang. Because of the early hour I braced myself for whatever was coming, but was completely unprepared for the words, "...there's been a murder at your rental house." 

From the moment I heard those words, I felt a shock so deep it was as if the ground under my feet had shifted. Disorienting and profoundly disturbing, the news felt invasive and affected me in a personal way that made no rational sense. The event had nothing whatsoever to do with me, nor was I in any way responsible.  And yet I felt a responsibility for the upset in the neighborhood, the disruption caused by police, forensics, the press, TV cameras, etc. and the general unpleasantness. My name was in the paper as the owner of the house, and my tenant was in jail. 
I don't want to dwell of the details of the situation, except to say it was another tragedy of lives ruined because of a gun in the house; a fight that might have remained just a fight, had there not been a gun available.

I continued to feel a strange disorientation and shaking up that lingered over the months following. Soon after the shooting itself, there was a meteor explosion over a town in Siberia, and it shattered nearly all the windows in the town. That's how I felt. Something in me had been shattered. However, there was much work to be done on the house to prepare for another renter, or for selling and that took my attention for months. After the trauma cleanup, everything had to be painted, new carpet, etc., etc. I then decided to sell the house, even though I had some concern as to whether it would have bad energy or such notoriety that no one would want it. I needn't have worried. We put it on the market one day, and I had two firm offers the next morning. And there were many others wanting it. Apparently the timing was good, as there were few such nice houses on the market in that price range at the time. So, it was a great relief to be free of it all.

Here's what I know...
This was a karmic event, which is something I can't possible explain but believe is true. It was a shaking up, a waking up and now, eight months later, I can say it has had a profoundly positive affect on my life.

Here's what happened...
Some weeks after the incident I went to the Dharma Center here in Bend on a Sunday. The head person is a fully trained Dharma Teacher in the Nyingma Lineage of Vajrayana Buddhism.(Tibetan) That morning he gave a teaching that impacted me greatly, and I made an appointment to see him. We talked the next day, and I felt heard and supported after telling him about the trauma. I felt a resonance with what he had to say, found he was Enneagram trained, and that he had studied at one time to be a Methodist minister. All that told me that we could connect. I continued to attend, went to other classes, and felt I had come home in ways I didn't yet understand.
Buddhism has always intrigued me, and I have always felt an affinity for the teachings and the underlying philosophy. However, I've never before spent time with it, lived with it, practiced it and been truly moved by it. Now much has opened up as a result, with both new realizations and connections with understandings I've held falling into place. It feels good to be a part of a small community of like-minded people again, and, most importantly, the searching and seeking that has been so central in my life has dissipated. It's extraordinary how my search for my Self, for real grounding, for something solid to stand on has disappeared in the awareness that none of those things even exist at all, thus cannot be found. The tragedy while seeming to pull the rug out from under me, actually led me to what I had been seeking, albeit unconsciously, for a long time. Perhaps it was necessary to bring me to a knowledge that I've always known. I am more solid than I've ever been, having let go of needing solidity, more secure in myself, having let go of identifying with a separate self, and am closer to my True Nature, having let go of trying to find it.
I particularly appreciate the challenge Buddhist practice presents, and find that a daily practice, which includes meditation, is part of my personal commitment and devotion to this path. So much cannot be explained in words or even understood, but I am experiencing more and more  emptiness-awareness and it's absolute fullness.
The Enneagram, which I have been studying for a number of years now, fits very well into the Buddhist thinking with many similar currents between them. 

More soon...There is more news of this year to tell!





Wednesday, January 16, 2013

January 2013 Update

The New Year has begun, and I am back to the Blog, using it as a means of sending out my New Year's greetings, providing a bit of an update and sharing some of what has been happening in my life. 

2012 was a year full of surprises for me, in that any plans I had were altered by new and changing circumstances. My dear friend in California, Maureen, discovered in the fall of 2011 that her previous cancer had returned, and, after months of treatment, in May of this year she decided that she wanted to return again to Africa where she had spent so much time over many years. She asked me to accompany her, and I did. We departed July 1. I’ve told that story in my Blog.  Just go to the Archive here on the blog. (hereswhatIknow.blogspot.com)















A previously scheduled visit from my sister in Calif. was re-scheduled and we had a wonderful 10 days just before I left. Three weeks after the return from Kenya, I embarked upon a Vision Quest in the Inyo Mountains Wilderness, near Mono Lake with a group of women. This trip had been planned long before the African trip came up, and was a return for me to Vision Quest experiences. I had done 3 Vision Quest experiences between 1998 – 2001, and felt it was time for another. It turned out that it was a much needed chance for me to process the Africa trip, as well as to be totally away from the world and able to reflect on my life in general.



Inyo Mountains Wilderness
Eastern Sierras, 
south of 
Mono Lake.
High desert terrain with old growth forest.

10 days with 13 women, 
3 days alone on
"solo time" 
with no food, only water.
Nature is a deep teacher reflecting back to us all we need to know.










The Africa trip was extremely challenging, especially because of Maureen’s condition. It was also a time of intense pleasure and delight in an environment such as I had never seen. The animals were incredible and just to see them freely roaming, living the life/death/life cycle without intervention, totally in tune with their environment was a top thrill of my lifetime. Each place we visited was very different from the other, and utterly fascinating. Maureen had planned it beautifully with the agent she had worked with many times before. It was designed just for us, and we traveled by private plane, stayed in extraordinary bush camps, and saw three very different locales in Kenya. The nice part was that we stayed 4 to 5 days in each place, allowing for relaxation and immersion in the area. It was an exhausting experience to get there and return, especially for Maureen, but, with pre-arranged help in the airports, we managed fairly well. One of the surprises for me was how much I enjoyed keeping a watercolor journal. Just beginning to learn what to do with watercolors, it was fun to play with it and keep memories at the same time.







We parted in San Francisco at the end of the trip, and I continued on to Bend. That was the last time I saw Maureen. Her condition deteriorated rapidly and I only had two phone conversations with her before she died, just 3 months after we returned. I know that she did not regret for a second having made the trip, and said before we left that whatever the aftermath, it would be worth it. The trip to the Clinic that she supported was so very meaningful for her, and that visit was the highlight of the trip for both of us. (That story is told in an earlier Blog.)
She had asked me to facilitate her “Celebration” that was held on Oct. 26, and I spent a week in Marin County at that time. It was a wonderful honoring of her life. This is where I lived from 1971 – 2005 and so there are many memories there, friends, and familiar places. 
And then I got sick. And whatever the bug was, it didn’t go away for a month. It wasn’t long before I realized that I was exhausted, on all levels, and needed a major rest. My energy was depleted, my emotions wrung out and I was just plain tired. The weeks that followed were pretty bleak, and, at the risk of being melodramatic,  I can only call it a “dark night of the soul.” I've experienced these periods a number of times, and have finally learned that there is nothing to do but let it run its’ course and then be open to what there is to learn from it.
This time I had additional “help” to see me through. That is my study and work with the Enneagram over the last 4 years. It is an incredibly helpful tool of self-discovery, and one that I trust, especially because the roots of the system go back thousands of years.

Writing helps, and this pretty well describes it.....


The Emptiness of Oneness

Heaviness, inertia, frozen darkness
clinging, cloying self absorption, 
possibility cowers lost in confusion…
Immobility feeds itself, circling downward
unable to counter the drag of despair…

Sinking into my own emotional morass,
swallowed by old stories, clinging beliefs
I walk into the darkness of this reality,
blindly creating my own vulnerability in separation.
So many paths to our death in the midst of life…

Here I see, feel, hear only death; darkness
feeding on itself allows no opposite; no light
will show itself until I surrender, completely
give over resistance, falling into the Void
allowing the furies to do their worst…

And then the mysterious glimmerings begin,
the slivers of shining hope, like single sunbeams
briefly warming the frozen tundra of my heart,
giving life to my limbs, a path for my thoughts,
a way out of fear as my soul creeps back.

Slowly, imperceptibly, as single drops begin the
winter melt, my world lightens, lifts and I see
with new eyes; newly born perceptions guide
my path, as movement enlivens,
a powerful inner presence takes center stage…

Illusions, falsehood fade; tired emotions, tenuous,
temporary melt into knowledge that the journey
into darkness is as into the light, all part of  one
path, one Whole…where emptiness is but the
absence of separation, duality made whole.

Is this a mystery, or is this the way of all things?
A never ending cycle of life/death/life…

Light shines on new possibilities, buds of
potential flower, flowing movement awakens
energy courses through my body, ideas, feelings
emerge into a new consciousness, once again
yet never before seen …my own true Self.

The light of authenticity, confidence, trust
Meet the darkness of falsehood, doubt, fear
in the cauldron of my psyche where alchemy
creates the pathway to their coexistence in
the emptiness of Oneness, the Beauty of Being.

dsw Dec. 2012

My daughter, Lauren, spent 5 days with us here in Bend over Christmas and that was a very special time. We've had lots of snow and we went snowshoeing, and she had a day of downhill skiing at Mt. Bachelor. This trip she met more of my friends, saw more of Bend and we just had a great time. She continued on to San Francisco, saw the 49er's play and was headed for New Years Eve with friends there.





Other news: Tom and I decided in the Spring to sell our "Maddie" (the motorhome) in that we felt we were not using her for trips as much, and that we had accomplished what we had intended over the 6 years we had her. We will continue to take trips, but now will find interesting places to stay instead...i.e. B and B's, maybe occasional camping or just motels.
Tom continues his volunteering, tending our yard and his plants, walking and keeping tabs on the local government. The latter is a frustrating pastime, but he enjoys it. Bend has numerous events and activities and he takes part in many....Osher Learning, the Community College speaker series, the Library events, the Environmental Center, the Sunday evening Presbyterian informal gathering and supper, etc., etc. I go to some of these, but not as many as he does. He still loves to dance, and makes occasional trips to Portland for that. There is some here, but not a lot. We did go Contra dancing recently and will go again....great exercise! I have also done some line dancing with some friends.
I continue to spend a good amount of time keeping my health by exercising, walking, hiking and doing Feldenkrais. It's not hard to do in such a beautiful place as this.
I still play the cello, but have let go of the Symphony, just sticking to the Quartet and my duo playing with a pianist friend. The Symphony was just too much work, and too much of a schedule for me. I'm also going to branch out into some more off beat playing with a cellist friend who performs with a guitar player here in Bend. Lessons with her are about to begin! It will be very different and fun! 
The painting has lessened, no longer using oil, but am trying new mediums. I did watercolors on the Africa trip, on the Vision Quest and am now experimenting with acrylics.
That's it from Bend.








Sunday, December 30, 2012

Vision Quest Reflection



Vision Quest Reflection
Dottie Sayward Wylie

 Along the lines of "here's what I know...now" here are some thoughts...
I wrote this several months ago, after the Sept. Reunion of the group who completed the Vision Quest in Aug. 2012. For many reasons it got forgotten and was not posted.

"The human art form is in uniting fruitful activity with a contemplative stance- not one or the other, but always both at the same time."
(from Richard Rohr's Falling Upward)

At a recent reunion of women who had completed a Vision Quest together, I heard and saw how vital the desire to manifest this "human art form" seems to be. So many of us in the group spoke to this desire in one way or another. It seems to be something that lies deep within us, and perhaps becomes more visible and pressing as we move into the later years of our life.  We are in different life circumstances, and have different personalities and ways of being, but we all are balancing, juggling, rushing, working, playing even as another part of us yearns for peace, quiet, and a time and place just to be. It seems to be about balance, and that was clear in the stories of the women who had all been on this transforming wilderness quest. How was it possible to bring what we had experienced back into our daily world?

The Vision Quest group is made up of women of all ages, with most being over 50. Some are working, some in school, some retired. We spent an incredible 9 days in the wilderness of the California Inyo Mountains, east of the Sierra Nevada near Mono Lake. For 3 days we each spent time totally alone, somewhere in the vicinity, fasting with only water. The preparatory time beforehand, the gathering and traveling, the sharing, the deepening of our own process, our increasing trust of each other, all gently worked on us so that our defenses and personas began to fade away. We all brought our intentions and ideas of why we had come, our fears and trepidation and our brave hopes. Inevitably the outcomes were often unexpected, as each individual had her own unique encounter with the gorgeous landscape, magnificent rock outcroppings, old growth Jeffrey pines, thick-trunked lodge pole pines, fragrant sage, the perfect weather, the warm sun, the deep darkness, the rhythms of nature, thunder, lightning, and the small creatures of the earth and air. How these encounters acted as a mirror for each of us is what we remember. Therein were the messages, the lessons, the power and sacredness of the encounter. How we interacted with nature, with what we found, experienced, smelled, felt and heard reflected back to us who we are. The outside world turned us inward to see its' reflection. Our coping, our courage, our fearful moments, our realizations of what we no longer needed in our lives, our letting go of the old, powerfully taking on the new, marking our grieving, our sadness and welcoming our joyfulness- all found their place in the totality of our experience in a wilderness that became our home.
We moved from the protected, safe, familiar, comfortable environment we knew into a totally unknown, potentially unsafe, unfamiliar, uncomfortable environment and experienced it transformed into a crucible. Here, stripped of our protections and false notions, we became friends with the truth of ourselves at this point in time. And then, after reuniting and sharing our stories with the others in our base camp, we returned to the world and to the hardest part of all. How does one bring this experience back into the familiarity of our daily life? How do we ever see our world in the same way again?
At the Reunion I heard stories of how quickly we were caught up again in the pace, in the responsibilities, in the push and pull of daily demands; how new or unresolved problems rose up into our days and nights. How our euphoria at the end of the quest was slowly eroded by doubt and despair as to how we could really bring our new life into the old. How do we live in the world, and yet be not consumed by it? How do we find balance between the inner and the outer? Age-old questions...
Numerous answers have been given to these questions all through the ages, suggestions made, theories put forth. For me it is a continual unfolding as I become more and more conscious of my reasons for what I am choosing to do. I am grateful every day that my life today does not require me to work at a job in order to survive. However, I can very easily take on "doing" in my life to the point that it replicates that very situation and I am once again without the balancing state of non-doing, of peaceful restful or soulful activities that fulfill an inner yearning to create. What I know now is that the "doing" is not inherently the problem. It is the lack of awareness or consciousness about what is motivating it that can cause the problem.
It requires me to stay very aware and mindful enough to stop if I am out of balance, to reassess, to  "contemplate," - to listen to my heart and make changes. Again, I am grateful I have that freedom. If it is a "fruitful activity" and one that I can fully support with my heart and soul, I feel balanced. "Doing" to be busy, to distract myself from what needs attention, to avoid - that leads me to imbalance. The inevitable next step of stress and irritability, in my case, always wakes me up.
One thing I do know now is that on one level we really don't have a choice if we are aware and listening to the truth inside. There is only one choice, the one that is authentically ours. Yes, it's perhaps more complicated than that. We are led by our egos down other paths; we listen to old messages, to outside influences and pressures. But one day we learn, one day when we actually experience the liberation from those forces and become friends with our own deepest essence.
Our questing women also were discovering that it actually might be possible to bring new life into the old. Finding that we are the new life, we know the shifts we feel are real. We are living into it, slowly and in our own rhythm, just as nature transforms herself each season, as surely as the seeds are germinating in the dark. We bring our newness back into the world, and listen, always listen to our own signals of imbalance. It's an inside job. Perhaps all it takes is a deep breath to bring us back to "fruitful activity and contemplation."

Dottie Sayward Wylie
September 2012

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Sunday, October 7, 2012


The Kenya story continues...

NOTE:If you haven't read SEGMENT I and the SLIDESHOW that goes with it, I would recommend you do that that first. 
On the right side you will see BLOG ARCHIVE. Go to the September posts and read them in order. The first slideshow is at the end of SEGMENT I.

And before that post is the RAYS OF HOPE post which also has wonderful pictures of Maureen and tells the story of our trip to the Clinic she helped to start and has supported.

...or just scroll down from here and you will see all the posts.


SEGMENT II: Kenya Stories and Slideshow:


SEGMENT I and the first slide show ended with our small charter plane departure from the Masai Mara and Kicheche.
Just prior to the chasing of the zebra and wildebeest off the dirt landing strip in our safari vehicle, James and I had our breakfast sitting in the vehicle within 10 feet of a pride of at least 15 lions, all sleeping and dozing after a kill the previous day. It was surreal…

Now onto our next stop! Sarara is located in over 800 thousand acres of wilderness, called the Namunyak Wildlife Conservancy. Namunyak means “Place of Peace” in Samburu. It’s chief architect, Ian Craig, realized in the 80’s that the elephant population was being virtually wiped out; all the rhino were killed. He saw that there was no future for the animals unless the community was fully engaged in their protection and the conservation of habitat. Initially local herdsmen were provided with radios to report poaching and, over time, the community began to understand the benefits of having wildlife on their land. Visitors came, and with them a valuable source of income. Sarara itself was built 15 years ago by a couple who had lived in Kenya many years, understood and loved the bush, the animals and shared Ian Craig’s vision There were many setbacks and difficulties, but the result is a beautifully designed structure settled on a hillside, looking out over the Matthews Range. An artistic combination of tent structures, curved wood and plaster, and thatched roofs are all constructed from local materials and made locally. Anything that could not be made was flown in.
Even more amazing is that now the ownership and management of Sarara has been turned over to the local community and the Conservancy Board of Trustees. The establishment of Sarara provided the key to tourism revenue, and now contributes to the local economy through the conservancy. The people have learned that careful management of their land provides a sustainable income for the community while also providing security for themselves, the animals and their habitat.
I found it astounding to discover that in almost a million acres there are only 12 visitors at any one time. The guests at Sarara, maximum 12, are the only humans outside of the local Samburu tribes who are ever staying in the Conservancy.
It is a place of serenity, rest, stillness and waiting…

Our early morning drives with Malachi and Mark revealed baboons, elephants, eagles, gerund, all kinds of birds, monkeys, giraffe, and numerous other small creatures, termite mounds, strange nests and the insistent feeling of the hidden presence of the leopard, cheetah and lion…
The various tribal people live in peace now, with the largest group being the Samburu. I spent considerable time talking to the guides, both here and in the Masai Mara region. They speak very good English, having learned it when they are first sent to school at a young age. There are both government and private schools. I was intrigued they are given Christian names, along with their Samburu or other name. They faith is mostly that of their native heritage, mixed with strong cultural and spiritual beliefs. Customs are changing, such as the traditional arranged marriage. The young men told me that it’s now a mutual decision, but that, in the end, if the parents don’t agree it will not happen.

I want to describe our visit to the “Singing Wells” as we were not allowed to photograph any of it. You will see in the slideshow that the elephants come to these wells in the evening, and send their trunks down deep into the well for water. This can be quite dangerous, as the wells are very deep and if an elephant falls forward into it, it is almost impossible to rescue him or her. It has been done, however, with the help of the Sarara vehicles.
One morning we drove to same area of the dry river bed where we had seen the elephants. It was filled with tribesmen, women and children, their cattle, goats and some donkeys. This was their only source of water, and they had come from miles away. What I saw was how at each well several of the men, totally naked, were precariously balanced with their feet on small ledges down inside the well. The one on the bottom filled a bucket with water, handed it up to the man above him, who handed it up above to another until it reached the top. There the last man turned the bucket into a trough where the animals drank. There were others, mostly younger men and boys who kept the cattle from pushing and shoving too much, and seemed to know exactly which cattle were theirs and not someone else’s. If one that didn’t belong managed to squeeze in, it was quickly shoved away. Meanwhile the women were also collecting the water in containers that were then lashed onto the sides of the donkeys to be carried back to their village. They were also washing clothes and they were laid out to dry all over the bushes and rocks of the riverbed.
I had learned in the Masai Mara that the cow is considered sacred and a gift from God to the Masai…and probably the Samburu think the same. In fact, they believe that ALL cows, anywhere, are given to them.  I wish I could have explored this further with them. What I did understand is that the cow provides everything for them: the security of  food, a livelihood in the meat they can sell, an income for their education and other needs, and a measure of their own personal wealth.
Here is the most amazing thing I witnessed. In the midst of a riverbed full of cattle, goats, etc. the men were always singing. Their songs were specific to them, and the cattle recognized the song of where they belonged! They stayed with the group near to where they were hearing “their” song! And thus they were all there when it was time for them to go to the well itself.
All this was witnessed only by the two of us and two others.
                                     

“Nothing to do, no schedule to keep…
To witness a sunrise in its’ entirety.
A step into eternity.
To wait, past the time you must go.
A step into possibility.
Wild dogs appear, in the almost darkness.
So rare, so strange.
A step into stunning mystery.”

“Rising spreading peach glow
light returns once more
illuminating a world of wildness, balanced
on the fragile edge of nature’s truths…
Beauty walks mirrored in watery
reflection pools drinking in the rising sun…
May I know such beauty
Carry it in my life,
See it in every sunrise,
Live it in every breath…
Every moment holds the potential for totality…
A hologram of completeness…”

Another small charter plane took us north and to the Lewa Wilderness camp in Lewa Downs, within sight of Mt. Kenya at 7,000 feet. This well established Conservancy of 62,000 acres was formed in 1995. In the 1920’s it was a cattle ranch, but when poaching  threatened the existence of wildlife a conservancy was formed, and now the animals co-exist with the cattle. Again, the local people see the advantage of supporting wildlife and habitat, understand the value of tourism, and are involved in all of this through employment in many different aspects of the conservancy and the camps, becoming trained as guides and for the security patrols. Poaching is on ongoing problem. Lewa holds  a population of 88 rhino, an endangered species, and in spite of the armed security, the monitoring and care for their well-being, they are killed. There are only 2000 Grevy Zebra left in the world, and 600 are here at Lewa.
We saw Cape Buffalo, lion, elephant, leopard, rhino, waterbuck, zebra, cheetah, birds, eland, white giraffe, African geese, many kinds of eagles and a crocodile! I spotted the crocodile!

The slideshow will show you much more about Sarara and Lewa...
Be sure to click on the "SHOW INFO" icon on the top right of the slideshow in order to see the captions. AND click "OPTIONS" to set the speed to SLOW.