What's A Piece Of Paradise On Earth Worth These Days?
By Jeff Smith
IF HEAVEN WERE in your very own backyard, but the devil had a
plan to turn it into a putt-putt golf course with a windmill and
clown's mouth and everything, and greens-side condos and Circle
Ks and all-night video rentals, and you knew about it but did
nothing to save the place because all you could do was bicker
over whose claim to Heaven was more righteous, so Beelzebub had
his way and everything that wasn't covered with astroturf or stucco
was paved, why then you probably ought to go to hell.
I am speaking not entirely in a metaphorical idiom.
I mean your actual backyard. It would have to be a fairly capacious
yard to accommodate even a miniature golf course, and the devil
would have to be made flesh--a real-estate developer could serve--and
as for the rest of the cast of characters, the "you"
to whom I allude, whose backyard holds this Heaven on earth and
who does all this petty bickering and turf warring and lets paradise
slip from your grasp: You is us. The public.
Well surprise, surprise: The preceding scenario is unfolding
down here in Santa Cruz County, where Heaven lives in our very
own backyard, just over the hills to the east of town, in the
San Rafael Valley. The literal and metaphoric heart and soul of
the valley is the San Rafael Ranch, 34 square miles of private
property smack in the middle of it, stretching from the Canelo
Hills, south to the Mexican border. Col. Colin Cameron acquired
the ranch and built a big-ass house on it in the 1880s. In 1903,
a Col. Green bought the place and his family owns it still. Green's
daughter married a rancher named Bob Sharp and they had four kids.
Mom died a couple of years ago, leaving the ranch--and a migraine
headache--to the son and three daughters. Bob, the son, and his
sister Lisa live there and work the ranch. Another sister lives
back east, and the fourth has a ranch near Yarnell.
The migraine is taxes. When Mrs. Sharp died her children had
to face a huge estate-tax bill. It would have been bad enough
under normal circumstances, when you consider a chunk of ground
that big, but the year before Mom died a greedy neighbor had subdivided
his ranch and sold off a part of it at $1,000 an acre. Suddenly
dirt that had been appraised and taxed as grazing land, became
developable real estate, worth a theoretical grand an acre. The
Sharp kids at the ranch--now in their 40s and 50s--had done nothing
but raise beef, mend fences and work.
This was not the glamorous life of the cinematic cattle baron.
I know because Bob once asked me where he could get a good deal
on a second-hand Dodge diesel pickup truck.
Left to themselves the Sharps would have continued working the
ranch until they wore out and died and left the place to their
kids to do the same. But in today's world of tax collectors, real-estate
developers, militant vegetarians and fringe environmentalists
who hate cattle and cattle ranchers so deeply and reflexively
they lose sight of the greater good, the country life is no longer
something that can simply pass from generation to generation.
So Bob and his sisters have been trying for years to work out
some way they could keep the ranch as it is--a beautiful and healthy
place, dare one say, a balanced ecosystem?--and not have to sell
out to land-rapers just to pay their tax bills. And it looked
like they'd finally got the job done, when the State Parks Board,
using Heritage Fund money from the state lottery, offered to buy
the development rights to the ranch for $9 million. The device
is called a conservation easement, and what it does is allow the
owner to go on using the land as it historically has been used,
but without the possibility of selling out to developers to chop
it up for house lots or whatever.
Thus the spaces stay wide open, a family that has lived and toiled
there for generations is not evicted, the property stays in the
tax base to help share the load with the neighbors, and future
generations who meander through the countryside can have their
hearts and souls lifted and soothed at the very sight of Heaven
right here on earth.
SO WHY IN hell are these guys from the fringes of the green movement
trying to torpedo the deal?
Kieran Suckling, of the Southwest Center for Biological Diversity,
and Jon Tate, of the Western Gamebird Alliance, weighed in heavily
in opposition to the pending arrangement between the Parks Board
and the ranch owners.
Tate was quoted in the papers saying the $9 million purchase
of development rights by the Parks Board amounted to ransom, "paying
a rancher to do what he is disposed to do anyway."
Suckling told me he thinks $9 million for the development rights
to the ranch is a rip-off. Why? He says it comes down to three
things, basically: mining rights, grazing restrictions, and public
access.
"The sticking point in the negotiations," Suckling
said, "was mining rights. It would be a ripoff for the state
to pay $9 million and wind up with tailings ponds."
Suckling, who seems over the phone to be an intelligent human
being (I promised to say that if he would tell me in 25 words
or less what he thinks would be a fair deal for all concerned)
admitted that he has not actually seen the San Rafael Ranch, so
his evaluations of its value, condition, and management are based
on generalities. After much conversation about these and other
matters, including recent sales of neighboring ranchland at a
grand an acre, I got Suckling to deliver his bottom-line for the
deal:
For the development rights; i.e., a conservation easement, plus
an agreement not to mine the land, plus a mutual agreed-upon grazing
plan, and moderate public access (like a visitor center and hiking
trails)...$14 million.
Of course none of this means dick. Kieran Suckling and the Southwest
Center are not party to the dickering. The state and the Sharp
family are, and the folks at the Parks Department told me the
negotiations are still open. As to the Sharp family, well they've
been worn out and scorched a time or two by all the press attention.
They've passed on the $9 million and listed the ranch with a real-estate
broker, but they haven't closed the door on a possible deal with
the state.
But the reported asking price for the ranch is $24 million. Judging
from the local market and comparable sales in the area, this is
a fair price.
And judging from what happened recently at the Bellota Ranch
east of Tucson, if the greenies want to see the San Rafael preserved
from development, and the state wants to be the agent of this
good deed, everybody better quit quibbling over the fine print,
make a reasonable offer, and get the Sharps' autographs on a bill
of sale.
Otherwise a lot of people who drive out Harshaw Road from Patagonia
toward the San Rafael Valley will no longer be going to see a
piece of Heaven:
They'll be going to Hell.
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