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EAST TO WEST: Driving Across America During Troubled Times

One reason why we make these long drives across the country, is to better understand the mood of America. Living in our Bay Area bubble is great, but I know that the true measure of our complicated nation often lies elsewhere. During most of our drive from Vermont to San Francisco, we saw little sign of a massive partisan battle taking place. But beneath the surface, when we looked in the right place, we saw many unsettled communities.

One community that has been the news a lot recently was Springfield, OH. Trump’s description of it being a town ravaged by Haitian immigrants devouring the city’s dogs and cats is, of course, laughable. The trauma inflicted by this political hysteria is real. We went to the public library in Springfield to measure the mood of this normal American town through its library. The stories of people coming into the library angerly screaming “Where are the Haitians?” showed the real-world consequences to the Trump/Vance fantasies. Some of the librarians urgently needing PTSD trauma therapy after these encounters spoke to how unprepared most of us are to the hallucinatory outbursts of the MAGA activists.

One librarian explained how most of Springfield welcomed the Haitian immigrants because they were desperately needed as workers. The economy was making a much-needed comeback because of them and not one dog or cat was missing. The library was quickly stocking up on books about Haitian history and Creole-language texts. And, like we saw last year in the Uvalde, TX public library, the library was the recipient of an inspiring international outpouring of support from people sending gifts and words of support to Springfield.

Cincinnati, OH was another surprising stop on our long journey across the country. We looked forward to visiting the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center in the revitalized core of the city. Unfortunately, at the entrance we were stopped by a massive pro-Palestinian, anti-Biden/Harris demonstration. It turned out that Tim Walz was speaking there later in the day and the protest was against his presence. The layers of irony here were just too much and we were very disappointed in missing a significant cultural and historical attraction.

One of the realities of driving the highways and byways of America is sometimes getting stuck in road construction and repair. We spent at least an hour sitting behind a truck with a poster of Sidhumoosewala. We had no idea what it was about, but it seemed rather ominous.

Cahokia Mounds is a National Historic Landmark, and a UNESCO World Heritage Site located just east of St. Louis, MO. At its apex about a 1,000 years ago it was the largest and most complex urban area north of Mexico. It may have been abandoned because of climate change and environmental problems. Modern St. Louis is considered the third most dangerous large city in America today because of crime. We had visited it years ago, and it seemed worse then. The downtown seemed to be rebounding now because of significant urban renewal money, good urban planning and a vibrant Black cultural scene. Perhaps St. Louis can escape the fate of its nearby ancient ancestor Cahokia.

Ferguson, MO is also near St. Louis and was the site of the 2014 police shooting of Michael Brown. The ensuing civil unrest led to the destruction of parts of the city. The only civic structure near the violence that was spared was the Ferguson Public Library. We visited the small library and met the Head Librarian who had just started his job when the violence erupted ten years ago. The library received national attention for its support of the local community including helping teachers open an ad hoc school in the library when schools were closed for safety concerns during the troubles. I photographed a few paintings and signs that remained from that effort. In addition to helping with basic services like insurance, the library also featured a community art display in response to Brown’s death and the related unrest. The library also provided healing kits to local children that contained books and other material related to coping with traumatic events as well as a stuffed animal for the child to keep. I said to the Librarian that he was one of my personal heroes after I learned of the library’s pivotal role in helping heal the broken community of Ferguson.

I had always wanted to visit the home and Presidential Library of Harry S. Truman in Independence, MO. The Museum was massive and very well done but we wound up moving quickly through most of it for lack of time. But we vowed to return someday to better soak up the life of this unexpectedly consequential President. It was good to see a Norman Rockwell painting showing that our election today was not the only hotly contested one. In the bobble-head doll collection of Presidents, it was nice to see someone had thoughtfully turned the Trump doll backwards. That is certainly his best side!

The Brown vs. Board of Education National Historic Site in Topeka, KS was surprisingly emotional. Situated in the old Monroe Elementary School this national park celebrates the historic Supreme Court decision that ended legal segregation in our country. It is considered one of the most important legal decisions in American history. This humble schoolhouse continues to teach us all many lessons.

We continued west to Manhattan, KS. where we entered the Flint Hills which are considered one of the most threatened ecological regions in the US. It lies mostly in eastern Kansas and has the densest intact tallgrass prairie in North America. It is the best opportunity for sustained preservation of this unique habitat that once covered the vast Great Plains and was only saved because of its rocky, flinty soil. We continued south traveling the Flint Hills National Scenic Byway through amazingly beautiful small, rural Kansas towns eventually making our way to the Tallgrass Prairie National Preserve at sunset. It couldn’t have been a better time of day or season to visit. We were stunned by the silence and the beauty and saw no other visitors while we were here. Like our journey last year through Mississippi’s Natchez Trace National Scenic Parkway, we felt that all Americans should experience this essential part of our national heritage.

We spent the next two nights at a place called Matfield Station near the tiny, reinhabited town of Matfield Green. The property was first built 100 years ago as a bunkhouse for ten railroad workers. It has been beautifully restored as lodging for visitors and an artist-in-residence program by retired Chicago architect Bill McBride and his wife Julia who live next door. They were inspired by the pioneering work of American geneticist Wes Jackson who founded the Land Institute in Kansas in 1976. Part of Jackson’s work has been to re-envision American agriculture and our relation to the prairie. All these people have been part of a cultural and environmental flowering of new thinking about our sense of place. We have known about this work for years through our friend and photographer Terry Evans. It was nice to be back here again.

When we arrived, we were thrilled to see a train traveling behind Matfield Station only 50 feet from our room. What we didn’t realize was that the trains ran all night. We didn’t sleep much that first night, not because of the noise, but because the bed and room shook every time a train passed. However, the second night was fine as we must have gotten used to it. Ah, life in the prairie!

The Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge in southwestern Oklahoma near the Texas border was fascinating. It is geologically unique with areas of undisturbed mixed grass prairie that makes it an important conservation area. It houses a huge diverse range of endangered plants and animals including American Bison. The area is considered sacred to Native Americans. The conservation of bison here was important in saving the American buffalo from extinction. In 1907, after bison had been extinct on the southern Great Plains for 30 years, 15 bison were imported here from the Bronx Zoo which are the ancestors of the herd in the Refuge today. This population is being used to help repopulate bison back into other parts of North America. We were thrilled to spend time in this special, little-known part of the mid-West.

We spent the night in Wichita Falls, TX which prides itself in being home to the “world’s littlest skyscraper”. This region is prone to devastating tornados which have wreaked havoc here over the last sixty years. The local economic problems were seen in one of the largest shopping malls on the planet being almost entirely abandoned. This area is also a conservative stronghold for Trump.

The next day we were excited to drive through the Texas Panhandle town of Childress. In 1938, famed FSA photographer Dorothea Lange made one of her iconic images “Tractored Out, Childress County, TX”. It showed the devastation of corporate farming practices on the struggling farmers of the Texas Dustbowl. Today, the small town of Childress continues to try hard to survive.

It was a relief to finally leave the hard-scrabble towns of the Panhandle and arrive in the New Mexican towns of Santa Fe and Galisteo. We stayed the first night with our friends Caroline and Angie in their delightful adobe home. Caroline was finishing her book project of photographs and ideas from the Arctic and Angie had just published a book entitled Eleanor Roosevelt on Screen. The intellectual talent here was exciting and our conversations knew no limits.

The second night was spent with our old friend Meridel and her partner Ben. Meridel is finishing a massive photography and environmental restoration project in southern Iraq while Ben is teaching film studies at the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe. He is one of the few people I know that has received an Oscar for one of his documentaries. Again, the conversations at dinner that night were inspirational and boundless.

A few nights later we stayed in the famous and opulent Gadsden Hotel in the border town of Douglas, AZ. According to some, during the Mexican Revolution the infamous Mexican revolutionary/solider Pancho Villa rode his horse up the beautiful interior marble steps of the Gadsden, chipping the seventh one. The chipped step in front of the Tiffany glass window has never been repaired.

Douglas was once a thriving smelting town for the copper mining in Bisbee, AZ. The old downtown is pretty blasted out now, but we could see the first inkling of artists beginning to re-inhabit Douglas’ beautiful but depressed urban core. Hopefully, the Gadsden can hang on long enough to be the center of that renaissance.

Agua Prieta is a Mexican town right across the border from Douglas. In 1989, El Chapo and his Sinaloa Cartel dug a tunnel under the border here to smuggle drugs and weapons. Later, the Mexican government chose to build a starchitect designed library here to counter the prevailing poverty and hopelessness. It was such an unusual thing to do that The New York Times even published an article about it a year ago, which is how I found out about it. It seemed to capture so much of our interest in libraries as a place of healing in tough conflict zones.

At dawn’s ugly crack, we groggily walked from our room in the Gadsden down to the border crossing station and then to the Agua Prieta Public Library. We were a little nervous walking into this contested space, especially since the Sinaloa Cartel is currently engaged in a major turf war with other cartels. Fortunately, the center of the war is in Culiacan which is far to the south from the Mexican/American border. As Ellen watched my back, we cautiously photographed the library always aware of its proximity to the looming border wall. We were glad when we made it back to our side of the border.

As we drove to Tucson, AZ we drove through the famous mining town of Bisbee. It reminded me of many of the small, hill towns we encountered on our library road trips to Italy and Greece. We didn’t expect to run into an exceptional library here, but the Copper Queen Library was something else. It reflects the one-time wealth and exuberance of this copper boom town that eventually went bust. Bisbee is making a comeback now as a tourist and gay-friendly community in a spectacular setting. The library is considered one of our country’s great small-town libraries.

The open road across America is long and full of surprises. Through our bug-splattered windshield we have seen the good, the bad, and the ugly. Heartbreaking sunsets and sunrises over golf courses in Palm Springs have kept us attuned to the beauty that is always around us.

Our last exit down the endless hallways of corporate American road culture will not be missed and we keep repeating to ourselves “There’s no place like home.”

We were so glad to be back in California. As we left Palm Springs, we happily plunged into the highways, and windmills, and fog banks, and desert mountains of that crazy region. We knew that after driving across and seeing America whole, we were coming back to the state that contains it all, and more. It has been said that California is the future of America. That can be seen as both as a good thing, and bad. But it felt great for us to return to the future.

As we neared completion of our nearly 10,000-mile drive back and forth across our country, we noticed a warning message on our car’s dashboard asking “Would you like to Take a Break” along with “Maintenance Required. Visit Your Dealer”. Somehow those signs perfectly summed up our feelings at the time.

We arrived in San Francisco just as the sun was setting over the city and the Pacific. There is no place like home, and we are so glad to be back. Thanks for coming along for the ride. We’d love to hear from you. See you soon.

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We Came to Vermont. We Broke Things. We Left.

For twelve days, we drove over 3,700 miles with our pedal to metal zooming across the country. Then we stopped at our place in Vermont, for six weeks!  Going from full speed to full stop takes a little adjustment. But we quickly appreciated leaving behind the corporate American road culture and savored the beauty of the New England landscape.

We share 53 acres and a small cabin with two other families in the Vermont woods on a dirt road off a dirt road off a dirt road. One of the great pleasures for a life-long Californian like me is plopping myself into this totally different world. Vermont is a biological transition zone between the boreal forests of the north and the southern deciduous forests. Seventy-eight percent of the state is forested, and that land contains a huge number of animal and plant species.  One of the first things we did after arriving was to go hike in the woods. Every year, I am always surprised by the abundance and diversity of life in these woodlands.

Sometimes nature’s exuberance can be a little annoying. One year we arrived from California just after a colony of wasps had built a GIANT nest right under the wooded deck that we used to enter the house. We can laugh about it now, but at the time it was no fun. This year, a large group of orb weaver spiders decided to spin their webs outside one corner of the cabin. Their prodigious work was astonishing to see. We read that spraying vinegar was a sure-fire way to get rid of them. Unfortunately, the spiders had not read that memo and stuck around for several more nights until they got tired of being drenched.

Shortly after we arrived, Walker and his girlfriend Rosa arrived from San Francisco and Rosa’s Mom Paulina arrived from Mexico City. It was Paulina’s first time in this part of New England, and we felt honored to show her around here after she had shown us around parts of Central Mexico and the Yucatan in 2023. One of the great cultural highlights in this region is Dartmouth College in nearby Hanover, NH. One of the great sites on campus is the Orozco Mural painted in the 1930s by the famous Mexican muralist Jose Clemente Orozco. It is now a National Historic Landmark.

We also traveled to New Hampshire’s Saint-Gaudens National Historic Park which preserves the home, garden and studios of Augustus Saint-Gaudens, one of America’s foremost late 19th and early 20th century sculptors. It too is a National Historic Landmark. We also wanted to show Paulina some of the unknown parts of New England such as a small, abandoned early 19th century cemetery near our property. It was moving to see the headstones of children that had died almost 200 years ago.

Mostly, we wanted to share the astonishing beauty of the New England forests. We spent many days being surprised and awed by nature as we hiked around the woods of Vermont.

After our epic day hikes, we would come back and watch the Democratic National Convention at night. Our heads were still spinning at all our country’s recent political developments, and it was fascinating to hear Paulina’s take on the state of American politics from a Mexican perspective.

 After everyone left, we had the time to observe the small things that mark the time between visits with friends and family and Presidential elections. For a moment, the pounding rain outside turned to hail and piled up like snow before quickly melting. The sky burned red over the fog left by the rain and New England’s recent summer drought seemed broken.

One of the projects that Ellen and I did together was to walk, mark, and map the property line all the way around our 53 acres. It took many days to complete, and it was one of the most inspiring and satisfying projects that we have done here at the Farm. We spent our time following lines on a two-dimensional map in a three-dimensional forest. We were aided by a professional map of the property made by our nephew Bart as well as old property deed maps and aerial photo maps. Sometimes, we were aided by discovering old stone walls that followed the property lines. We guessed that some of these walls were, possibly, 200 years old. Barbed wire replaced some of the stone walls in the latter part of the 19th century and often, we would find old trees that had grown around the wire.

An additional challenge was the terrain itself. This part of Vermont is very hilly and hiking this lumpy landscape required strong legs and a lot of motivation. Fortunately, we’re from hilly San Francisco and we hike there every day. Sometimes, we had to ski down the dirt slopes on our shoes and help each other up on the other side. Astonishingly, the people that built these 19th century stone walls didn’t seem intimidated by the steep hills and vertical canyons of Vermont. Hiking these walls gave us a little more insight into the rugged lives of these early Vermont farmers.

We were helped by having good maps and a compass on our phones which allowed us to accurately wander the hills and valleys without getting lost. We were also aided by the app GaiaGPS which allowed us to map our route while being offline. Pink ribbon was how we marked our way on this incredible journey.

As we followed the lines of the property, we were also following lines of history and geography. We deepened our own connection to this place by our current journey over it which also helped us better understand its buried past. As we made our way across the landscape, we also became more a part of it. The land itself became our teacher and our roaming became our solace.

When Ellen’s brother John visited, we quickly got to work doing the chores that need to be done to keep our place going. John taught me how to drive his old tractor and cut the grass in one of the outlying fields. It took more than an hour to do this as the tractor traveled at a very sedate pace fitting its ancient age. I really enjoyed doing that chore as it gave me time to think about the dignity of manual labor, the separation in our country between people working with their hands versus people who work on their screens, Presidential politics, and what to make for dinner that night. Unfortunately, the next time I fired up the tractor, a coupling in the back broke and leaked out all the hydraulic fluid, ending that chore. Undeterred, I jumped on the old sit-down lawn mower to continue mowing but after a few minutes it stopped dead in its tracks with a broken belt. At that moment, I decided I was through with breaking things and went off to read a book.

Between chores, reading, and hiking, we were lucky to have several visitors throughout our time at the Farm. We see Virginia and Michael every year as they live near Hanover, NH. We had a small party at our place celebrating her retirement from teaching photography for many years at Dartmouth College. They brought their friend and celebrated journalist/ war photographer Jim Nachtwey. His career has spanned the globe over decades and the conversation that night was epic. We feel lucky to know them all.

A few days later, Ellen’s best friend from first grade, Deb, flew in with her husband Elliot. She is a retired professor, and he is still a practicing eye doctor who flew his own plane from Rhode Island. We had a non-stop conversation with them for two days and enjoyed every minute of it.

Finally, we first met our friend Lisa during our Fulbright Fellowship in Jerusalem in 2019. She was a US diplomat working at the American embassy and has recently retired. She took a 10-hour train ride from her home in Washington, DC up to Vermont and we spent four days hiking, cooking, site seeing, talking world events and politics, and never running out of fascinating things to discuss.

We only got the internet at the Farm last year. Although we resisted it for a long time, it was a good addition because it allowed us to watch Kamala Harris put down the bully Trump in an amazing political event. This will be the only Presidential debate, and it was good to see how much of a looser he really is. So much depends on this election, but that night Kamala made us proud.

Since Walker’s recent visit to the Farm, he has been on assignment for CBS in Alaska (twice), on the border with Mexico, and in Brazil covering a newly discovered slave ship story. Fortunately, we stay in touch and follow his amazing globetrotting adventures.

The chores never end at the Farm. But one of the benefits is that it gives us a chance to spend time with Ellen’s brother John. Cutting trees and planting trees is a non-stop necessity. John is part of a group called the Vermont Woodlands Association which helps Vermont landowners conserve their forests. We held another delightful Walk in the Woods event with a group of neighbors highlighting John’s sustainability work on his property.

As we were nearing the end of September, the Autumn colors were appearing in the Vermont forests. Soon the leaf peepers would be out in force and the backcountry roads would be thick with tourists. After this long and delightful stay, we experienced the hardest time leaving. After bonding so completely this time with this rural place, it would be difficult to drive back through the corporate American road culture to California. But fortunately, along the way we have several friends we will meet and miles to go before we sleep.

We postponed our departure by one day to watch the Vice-Presidential debate between Tim Walz and JD Vance. I think Vance was a better debater but there was no question that Walz should become the next VP. To be continued…

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