In This Issue
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Flanigan’s Eco-Logic: Restoration Ranch
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Class 8 Trucks Now Electric
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Texas Homebuilder Plans 200,000 Microgrids
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China’s Boasts World’s Biggest Clean Energy Corridor
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The Vegas Turf-Ban Bill
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Stanford’s New School of Climate
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Green Roofs in France
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Clean Heat Standard
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The NetPositive Podcast Updates
Flanigan’s Eco-Logic: Restoration Ranch
Chris Avery, my stepbrother, was killed by a bank robber. Literally. A little over a year ago, and just before Christmas, he drove to a supermarket to get citrons for the fruit cakes he and his wife were baking, their holiday tradition. As he turned into the market, a getaway car blasted into him and killed him on the spot.
Two days ago, I was in the outskirts of Denver, Colorado. First up was the dedication ceremony for Restoration Ranch. Held in the Lakewood City Council chambers, the seats were largely full, full of blue uniforms, police and fire, as well as sheriffs in green and khaki. They were all present to support one woman’s vision, Kathryn’s vision.
Kathryn Avery, Chris’s wife, made a pact with herself not to let Chris’s untimely death ruin her life. She was determined to turn tragedy into something positive. After Chris’s death, and as justice was served for each of the three in the getaway car, she bonded with the first responders. They’d gone out of their way after the accident to support her, to welcome her at the police department. They came by her home to admire her Christmas lights. She baked for them. Kathryn was struck by how giving these men and women are, even in the face of terrible tragedies. They do their jobs with valor; working from tragedy to tragedy with no closure.
She had an idea: She decided to create a place where first responders can go for restoration. Group therapy, hiking, counseling… support for those that are supporting us every day. They can’t take grief home to their families; they often just continue their work. Many burn out and retire early. Kathryn’s ranch honors these and offers lodging and meals free of charge to first responders. At Restoration Ranch they’ll relax, reflect, recreate, and focus on wellness.
Restoration Ranch is about to open its doors. It will be welcoming Jefferson County first responders, dispatchers, emergency room personnel, judicial staff members, and their families to gather to process. The location of the ranch is not made public in the interest of the guests’ safety. Kathryn is moving to the ranch, to live there and help oversee and administer its early years of operations.
That afternoon, family and friends gathered at a church near the buffalos off Interstate 70 in Golden. Behind the altar, a majestic view of the snow-laden Colorado Rockies. A large photo of Chris, two wooden urns of different sizes because the first one wasn’t quite big enough. A eulogy by Chris’s college roommate highlighted his passions from Porsches to skiing and fine single malts. My brother “gave voice” to Chris’s beloved Martin guitar and sang two beautiful songs. The service was capped off by a deep and powerful eulogy by Kathryn of Chris, her true love and light. She poured her heart into his tribute. Chris did not die in vain, Kathryn attested. She’s clearly made something truly great of Chris’s passing.
A quiet time driving back to Snowmass. So much to process, the marvel I’d just witnessed. A very powerful day marked by both loss and birth. I pass two groups of mountain goats along the interstate in Georgetown. Through the Eisenhower Tunnel, and then just outside I pass a large pick-up with a large trailer, both completely engulfed in flames.
Cresting the Vail Pass, I breathe in the stunning view of some of Colorado’s great fourteeners. There’s a heavy blanket of snow in the mountains; the ski areas just closed. I pass Vail and Beaver Creek. The road pushes into the Glenwood Canyon with its steep walls. I’m always impressed by how the Colorado River, Interstate 70, and the railroad wind through the canyon.
Ah, at last the Conoco at Snowmass where I turn into the darkness of our own canyon. What a day. My mind is full, full of awe and gratitude.