Month: May 2023

I once worked as a lifeguard at a 4-H camp that offered 3–5-day camping sessions. New campers as well as volunteer staff were revolving every few days. Almost 55 years ago, I found this turnover stressful as I just got to know interesting people and then they were gone and never seen again.

Dr. Seuss wrote about “the places you’ll go” in the broadest sense. For me it has been the people I have met along the way that have been memorable, influential, and sometimes inspiring.

Little did I realize years ago that short-lived relationships would be part of my life pattern. I was reminded again of this reality last week. I spoke at a leisure research conference in Ottawa. I saw former professional colleagues and met emerging scholars. I had a delightful lunch with someone whom I had not met before. I doubt I will see him again, but I came away inspired by our conversation. I am grateful for that encounter and for the people I have met during my life’s journey.

Being a camp counselor, teacher, professional, band member, traveler, and volunteer are the opportunities I have had to go places and share experiences with others. Some folks have remained friends with whom I stay connected. Others, however, were part of my life for a fleeting time never encountered again.

I cherish my long-time friends. I am fortunate, however, to meet new people every day it seems. Some provide an existential moment not lasting long. The essence of meaningful encounters, however, is the way that I feel during the interaction. I don’t always remember the conversation, but I do remember how positive I felt during the exchanges. I look back with a smile.

Dr. Seuss’s book is a reminder for me to appreciate the journey of life – its joys and its challenges. The book has relevance for all ages as the reader goes on an adventure about the opportunities and trials of life. As I get older, I appreciate daily the friendships and acquaintances I make. Regardless of where I go, I am thankful for the characters along the way who offer me lessons in gratitude and growth.

I am bipolar about tourism. I like being a tourist, but I don’t necessarily like being around tourists. Because of this ambivalence, I try to be a good tourist when I am visiting a place that isn’t my home. Similarly, I am kind when I am around them in my town and the park.

Tourists visit Estes Park and Rocky Mountain National Park year around. We are no longer just a summer destination, although more people find summer enjoyable. Every season, however, holds something special for visitors. Travelling has increased worldwide, and our destination is no exception.

I have worked with students interested in tourism careers for decades, but I have never been a big fan emotionally. Professionally I know that tourism has a huge economic impact on communities. On the other hand, a balance is necessary to address economic importance as well as sustainable environments. It is not either/or but both/and.

I am committed to sustainable tourism. Sustainable tourism refers to a level of tourism activity that can be maintained over the long term because it results in benefits for the social, economic, natural, and cultural environments of the area where it occurs. Sustainable tourism can also maintain a high level of tourist satisfaction and ensure a meaningful experience for tourists while it raises their awareness about environmental integrity.

Another popular term is green tourism referring to any tourism activity operating in an environmentally friendly manner. Protecting natural habitats and fragile environments may best be done by banning visitors completely to these areas. That solution, however, is not viable as tourism is imperative for many local economies. Green sustainable tourism may offer the best of both worlds by protecting the ecology of an area while keeping businesses thriving.

I try to nurture sustainable traveling. Sustainable travelers understand that their actions create an ecological and social footprint on the places they visit. They are mindful of the destinations, accommodations, and activities chosen. I think about how I can best be a sustainable traveler with my activities—using public transportation when possible, reducing my use of water, learning as much as possible about the residents. I also aim to help visitors to Rocky Mountain National Park understand how the “authority of the resource” dictates ecological balance.

RESPECT is the key to sustainable tourism. It includes reverence for the environment as well as for the people experiencing that place whether tourists or locals. Courtesy and gratitude are important components that I try to offer whether I am a traveler or a community member welcoming others to this beautiful place.

I visited my mother’s “favorite” cousin in Denver a month ago. I had been meaning to see her for months and finally made the effort. It was good to reconnect. She and my mom always kept up over the years, so it was a remembrance of something important to my mom.

 “Cousins are the first friends we have growing up.” That statement was true for my parents’ generation as well as my own.

My mom was big about cousins. She came from a large closely knit family in rural Eastern Iowa. She planned “cousins reunions” in her later years. When most of these cousins passed, she planned a cousins reunion for her children and her brothers’ and sister’s families. My sisters and I coordinated the event mom wanted to have. The reunion was fun since cousins were now seeing one another as adults who had not been together for years.

Meints Cousins Reunion Several Years Ago

Marion Garretty suggested, “A cousin is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.” I remember fondly the New Years Day celebrations with the Henderson side of my family. My grandparents were among the first folks to have color TVs. We would gather and awe at the Rose Bowl Parade in living color during the early 1950s. Later on those days, the cousins often did a “program” for the family. One year my grandparents returned from a trip to Hawaii and gave us all grass skirts and leis. We performed a show singing and dancing the hula in our skirts.

Although I was older, my city cousins from Chicago came every summer to “the farm” where they could indulge in farm activities like feeding the pet lambs and harvesting garden crops. One year there was a momma raccoon living in a tree where we had a tire swing. My little cousin called them “toons.” To this day, I don’t see a racoon that I don’t think of calling it a toon.

I am fortunate to have many cousins—20 on my mother’s (Meints) side and 6 on my dad’s (Henderson) side. Although four have passed away, I am able to keep in touch with others via Facebook. I didn’t get to choose my family, but it is a blessing when cousins are also friends.

Mog, looking at the clock that says 5:27am: Shall we wake her up? It IS our “normal” time for feeding in the morning, but Libby and Skyler never fed us until the sun was well up. I’m hungry and I can wait.

Gitch: Mom got home kinda late last night. It was WONDERFUL to see her again. I think we should let her sleep this morning.

Mog: OK, I guess. For a while anyway. She was happy last night when she arrived although a little tired after being on an airplane all day. I wonder what that would be like.

Gitch: I hope I never find out. I am glad to stay put.

Mog: She sounded like she had had a good trip. She was quoting Mary Oliver who stated, “I love travel which reveals something new at every glance, every turn. Pay attention. Be astonished.”

Gitch: She was gone a long time and not paying attention to me. Now that she’s back, it doesn’t seem that long.

Mog: She went to Ireland for the first time. She remarked it was beautiful, lush, green—no wonder they call it the Emerald Isle. She described the landscape as astonishing and loved walking along the Dingle Peninsula cliffs with the ocean down below.

Photo by Deb Bialeschki

Gitch: It’s green here but still snow on the mountains. We will never see an ocean, and I am content with our scenery here. Why does she travel when we live in one of the most beautiful places in the world?

Mog: She likes new views on this big world. She said she missed us and didn’t see many kitties on her trip. I am glad about that–I hate competition. She did mention hundreds of baby lambs and I know she adores them in the springtime. Next to kitties, sheep are the best.

Gitch: She looked the same as she did when she left so I guess that she and her travelling friends had a fun time. What is Guinness anyway? She developed quite an affinity for it.

Mog: The best part of drinking the Guinness was sharing it with her friends as well as the interesting and kind people they met along the way.

Gitch: I’m glad she’s home.

Mog: Me too. I missed the scritch scratches and the warm lump she makes on the bed.

Gitch: It is time for breakfast, isn’t it?

Mog: Let’s wake her up gently and slowly, and let her know we’re glad she’s home.

One person gets up in front of others and tells them what to do. Another shrugs their shoulders and lets someone else emerge to guide a group. Yet another individual describes the situation, asks for ideas and input, and then guides the folks in making a democratic decision. These are disparate examples of how leadership might manifest. A range of behaviors is possible.

I have studied leadership since I was a teenager. 4-H was an organization that taught young people how to be leaders and gave them practice through experiential leadership. I attended a 4-H Leadership Camp as a junior in high school and it changed my life in terms of recognizing my own potential for leadership.

As an introvert, I have not necessarily sought leadership. I like J.K. Rowling’s quote, “It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well.”

I have been in formal leadership positions over the years as president or member of a Board of Directors for many organizations ranging from being captain of my basketball team to Board member and president of national professional organizations. I have sought to model myself as a democratic leader who was willing to lead by inspiring followers who believed in the same principles as me. I have been described as a “quiet leader” on several occasions. I gladly accept that mantle.

I hope, as Dolly Parton suggested, “If your actions create a legacy that inspires others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, then, you are an excellent leader.”

I thought that my formal leadership days were over. I am content in volunteering in positions where the opportunities are clear and relatively easy to perform. I like informal responsibility such leading my friends in a monthly full moon rising walk. I am happy to stay in the background.

Sometimes, however, new opportunities present themselves and others have confidence in my ability to lead. I am about to accept a new formal leadership opportunity. I know I can handle it although sometimes the “imposter syndrome” rears its ugly head. I look forward to the opportunity to shepherd a cause that is meaningful to me. Perhaps leadership never goes into retirement.