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AN Update for those planning on attending the Week Long Birthday Bonfire Bash for Breezy Kiefair the week of May 19, 2011


Hey Kampers,

Last night, under the full moon, I put up alcohol based tincture for my birthday in May and realized how quickly the party is approaching. I wanted to get a little group started amongst those who think that they will be attending my week long birthday party (even if you only plan to be here a day or two). I had a thought towards classes (basic survival, alcohol based tincture making, glassware cleaning and care, gardening, and so much more) for those attending the party, but soon realized that I probably don’t have the strength to teach for a week.

So, I ask you all… What are your talents? Do you have something you would like to teach the rest of us?

I’d also like to remind everyone that you will have to pull sagebrush for your campsite (I can tell you how to do it, I have the tools, and even my weak behind can do it). I am off grid… That means that I carry water from town 10 miles away and have no power source as my generator was stolen in March’s robbery. We DO have rattlesnakes up here, but they are rarely a problem and I will give you some safety tips when you get here. I’d advise everyone to bring boots with high ankles. Also, nights up here in the high mountain desert can be chilly. Please be sure to bring some warm clothes.

Other items you should think about bringing:

tents, tarps and rain chutes

water (a minimum of one gallon per person, per day… plus some to wash up in)



natural soaps

toilet paper

cameras (the scenery here is not to be missed!)

solar or car battery charging packs for batteries/computers/high tech devices (I have no way to charge them at present)

musical instruments for jam sessions around the bonfire

your medications (no herbal medication will be provided cause Breezy’s financially challenged)

and Anything else you can’t do without for a week (or longer if you are planning on staying at Mesa Kamp Kiefair for the long haul)

Cell phone service up here is spotty at best. If you are on verizion, net10, straight talk, or tracphone, you have a decent chance at waves of signals that get text messages out fairly well. Voice calls are a bit more difficult, but not impossible.

Watch for more updates as we move closer to party time.

May you all be blessed and send me a PM or text me at 720-280-2183 if you are interested in teaching the rest of us something while you are at Mesa Kamp Kiefair.


Breezy Kiefair

Founder, Mesa Kamp Kiefair

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The Story of Angels on the Pass from 1981

by Breezy Kiefair on Wednesday, December 22, 2010 at 3:17pm ·
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The Story of Angels on the Pass from 1981

By: Breedheen Keefer AKA Breezy KiefAir

It was the Winter of 1981. We lived in Grand Junction, Colorado. My child’s mind seems to remember that it was Christmas time, but isn’t any winter Christmas time to any child’s mind? My mother had gone out shopping. I’d been left with my father, my uncle, and his wife while ma was away. I remember that I had been sent to my room and told not to come out. After hours of playing alone, as I was often prone to do anyway, I fell asleep. I was jarred awake by the sound of my mother screaming. I cracked the door of my room to listen. She was angry because the quilt she had made by hand was ruined. I understood that there was blood on it. The rest I didn’t understand at all. I knew she was furious, and if she was furious, then my father soon would be too. I had heard enough to know that it was probably best for me to close my door and wait for the violence to pass.

I heard blows land, both verbal and physical. I cried and looked at my picture book wishing that I knew how to read. I just wanted to escape. In time, my mother came into my room. She was red in her face, and red on several parts of her body. She grabbed my little red jacket, picked me up, and put me on her hip. My two elder half brothers and full blood sister and ma with me on her hip headed out to the car and piled into it. My eldest brother was in the front seat with mom. I sat between my middle brother and sister in the back seat. As we pulled out of the driveway, a few snowflakes began to fall.

“Please Almighty, don’t let it snow too much. Don’t let them close the passes.” My mom muttered under her breath as she dried her tears.

“Where are we going mama?” my two and three quarters year old voice said.

“To Grandma’s, and I don’t think we are coming back here.”

I was puzzled. I saw that my brothers and sister didn’t even have a jacket on. My mom hadn’t brought anything with her like she usually did when we went over the mountains to visit grandma. We drove for what seemed like forever. The snowflakes got larger and more frequent. My brothers and sister fell fast asleep. Only my mother and I were awake in the car.

Finally, my mother got to the mouth of the lower pass. There was a road block set up. The snow had closed the pass. The officer smiled at my mother. “If you hurry, you might make it to Wolfcreek pass before it closes. Its a lot steeper and more dangerous, but if you have to get over the mountain with those kids, it may be your only chance.

My mother turned back to head for the higher, more difficult and dangerous pass. My adult mind remembering the event knows she must have been terrified and doubtful of her chances that the pass would still be open by the time we got there. The snow increased, it was a proper blizzard by the time we got to the entrance of Wolfcreek pass.

There were officers posted there too. My mom got out and checked her snow-chains as she was required. As we pulled to the entrance, the officer explained that we were to be the last car let over the pass. They were closing it behind us. He advised that she stay near the 18 wheelers, but don’t follow too closely.

So we made our way up the pass. The blizzard increased to a white-out. I remember the massive flakes flying at the windshield and my mothers wipers trying madly to keep up.

“Put angels around the car baby” my mom looked back and said.

So I did. I put my tiny little two year old hand in the air. Fingers extended and moved it in a circle.

“I’m putting angels all around the car. They are going to fly us over the pass.” I repeated over and over.

My mother’s face looked no less worried. The wind was howling, as it had been for hours. She was tired. I could see it on her face. Then, suddenly, all was silent. The car seemed warmer. We could see nothing out any window but white.

The silence hung in the air for a few minutes. And then I blurted out, “Mama, can’t you see the angel’s feathers?”

My mom looked at me like I was insane for a moment, then she really looked.

To this day, she swears she doesn’t remember making it to the climax of the pass, or making her way down, or much of anything before she got to the city limits of Canon City. But she does remember the warmth, the silence, and the feathers of those angels who came to carry us over the mountain safely.

This is one of my earliest and clearest memories. Believe it or not, that is your choice. I was there. Just thought I’d share.

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