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Down Under Tour 2011-12
A year ago June, just before I graduated with my MFA in creative writing from UC, Riverside, I had a chat with my friend Michelle. Since she was the person who could make sure I graduated, I had stopped by to make sure of just that. After we cleared up the details, I told her I wasn’t sure what to do next – that there was no fabulous job yet, and staying in the desert did not fill me with unbridled joy. The truth? I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, and, whatever, it was, I didn’t want to do it here.
Now, if you’re a person who is discontent about your situation in life and yearn to change it, do not talk with my friend Michelle. She’ll just ask you questions like, “Well, if you could do anything, what would you do?” And she asks so disingenuously and openly that a person can’t help but tell the truth. She pulled that on me.
“Well, travel. I would travel.”
“So go to work up in Santa Cruz again, make some money, and travel.”
Well, that was easy. So I did go back up to Santa Cruz and work with an academic summer camp program, after which I embarked on my Western States Tour 2010 – 7,000 miles in six weeks. This blog is a product of those weeks on the road.
After I returned, Michelle and I met for dinner. Her daughter had just returned from world travels to points Asian and Pacific, and I listen with envy as she listed the countries and the cool things she had done (including being evacuated from the path of a cyclone in Australia). I, however, had still not secured a job, had not moved to either Santa Cruz or Missoula, Montana. Here I sat, once again, ambivalent about what I wanted to do, where I wanted to go.
I wondered aloud if I could possibly take off for a few weeks. Six weeks, maybe, or a couple months. How could I do that?
“Well, why not?” Michelle says. Or something to that effect.
Months passed. It was nearly a year past graduation and still I had no job and no plan.
In May, I started getting serious about going to New Zealand. A friend of mine told me to make a pro/con list. She looked at it.
“That’s not a con. Neither is that. Those are fears.”
Ok. So I’m fearful of taking off to the other side of the world. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to.
“Do the thing you’re afraid of.”
This woman has hiked the Pacific Crest Trail, and large parts of other major cross continent trails. She knows of what she speaks.
So I decided. I have another friend who says that we are deciders, not doers, and once we decide, the doing becomes easy. (Why the hell do I listen to these people?)
Before this gets to sound like a Marianne Williamson retreat, let me just say that it finally occurs to me that if I’m serious about doing this, and not just wishing that I could, I had probably do a little research about travelling, how much it would cost, how much hostels cost (could I really room with three 20-something backpackers and share a bathroom?) Turns out a person can travel with little money and impose upon the kindness of strangers. Housesitting. WWOOF-ing (more about that once I get to New Zealand). The bottom line is that you don’t have to do guided tours and stay in really nice hotels in order to travel. That is perhaps the difference between being a tourist or being a traveler. (More about that idea and Paul Bowles’ book later.)
In June I put all my things in storage and left for Santa Cruz once again to work with academically gifted kids. In August, I came back and imposed upon the hospitality of a friend until my departure from Los Angeles on October 10.
Various friends in the know advised me to pack light. One of them who worked in the diamond trade and carried a little pistol in a thigh holster (just in case) said, “One black bra, one nude bra, a few pair of panties, you can rinse things out in the hotel sink. Black clothes, and pick a color to accessorize.”
Okay, well, I packed more than that (a couple more bras and panties, for sure) but I didn’t pack a lot. Note the flatness of the suitcase – expander panel reserved for the way back. Also note all the room in the duffle, allowing me to bring my Dr. Martin boots, a stylin’ choice. All in all, my luggage consists of the duffle, the rolling suitcase and a messenger bag that holds my laptop and some books. If need be, this messenger bag can be packed into the duffle.
Off I go.
Children, children
Dislocated Buildings
McHenry Library Terrace – complete with smoker. |
Teeny, tiny sign which directed me back from whence I came. |
More to come about Santa Cruz and its numerous attractions. Maybe even some classroom drama.
McHenry Library camouflage. |
Back in the Cruz
I have returned to where I started. The first blog entry on Run North / Go West featured a photograph of the Monterey Bay at Santa Cruz. I took it the evening before I left on what I now call my Western States Tour 2010. I’m back again, for the third summer, working with an academic summer camp for gifted kids.
The photo above is a view from the University of California, Santa Cruz campus, overlooking Pogonip City Park. The word “Pogonip” means icy fog in Shoshone, by the way, and yes, the park is covered in fog most mornings. But that makes for a fabulous walk or run on a trail that in places consists of so many layers of redwood duff footsteps are all but unheard, and sound is muffled in mist.
I have never professed to be a desert rat, and at times in this blog I have been downright hostile toward that inhospitable environment. The Coachella Valley seems to be dominated by those who profess to love the desert, but really love the desert climate in January and February. They don’t love the desert, or they wouldn’t waste precious groundwater irrigating turf. What they really want is their northern surroundings (green, lush, turf, grass) in an arid, temperate setting.
One of the neighbors. |
The difference I find in northern California is that the people seem to really love their place. And it is regarded as place, not just space to fill. Conservation is real in this city. Environmentalism is real. And whether or not it seems like a movement or a thing to do or a lifestyle really isn’t important. It’s the way so many respond to this place – with a desire to keep it the way it is.
UC Santa Cruz campus is a miracle in itself. Founded in 1965, I believe. Reagan was Governor at the time, and arranged the place in separate colleges with no traditional quad, the idea being to avoid the demonstrations that eastern campuses were experiencing. The campus is truly in a redwood forest, confusing to navigate for newcomers because everything looks the same – like trees. Actually, like tree trunks, because it’s not possible to see the entire redwood. I get a pretty cool deal here: room and board, on-campus housing.
On the right is the view from my balcony the first morning that I was here. Fog moves in shortly after dark, and dissipates by noon or so. Evenings are 50s or 60s – days have been around 80. Perfection. Even with the killer schedule (8:30 a.m. – 9:30 p.m.) it’s worth it to be here. Oh – and I teach middle-schoolers, which is a mixed bag, but generally quite interesting. More about that soon.
And now…about Porn
Today I learned that I do not have to be concerned about my age. Not only does an 18-year-old have a crush on my soon-to-be 46-year-old ass, but Tod Goldberg has assured me that, “people still do porn at 46.”
De’Bella, starting a new career in porn at the age of 50. Who knew. |
Tod Goldberg, Administrative Director of the UCR-Palm Desert MFA in Creative Writing and Writing for the Performing Arts. |
Getting my Bump and Grind on
Not quite halfway up the B&G, trail in the foreground, Rancho Mirage beyond. |