Monday, August 10, 2015

2900 miles. Summer, short. Driving, long.

August Arizona, back-to-school doesn't wait until after the dog days of summer. Last Thursday the teens returned, so I'm back in the classroom, hoping the air-conditioning won't malfunction, as it has every August since I began teaching in Tucson...106 degrees outside is no joke.

I try not to inflict a what-I-did-on-my-summer-vacation-assignment on my students, but I do feel compelled, here, to post my own summary: a good chunk of June was spent moving (two households) and traveling, and although it was definitely not vacation, Seneca's oft-quoted "travel and change of place impart new vigor" comes to mind...

The vigorous route, then: 2900 miles...

After my wife and I moved into a new home at the beginning of June, I immediately flew to Georgia to help my mother pack up for her own move; she lives down the road from us in Tucson now. At the last minute, arrangements to ship her car fell through. (Beware the shady conglomerate of car-shippers based out of southern Florida.) Result: I ended up driving her car out west--a cross-continent road trip through The South and Texas, with a several-day detour to visit friends in central Florida...So, from Augusta, via Atlanta, down to the Orlando area, then through Mobile, New Orleans, on to San Antonio through El Paso, ending up, almost three thousand miles later, back in Tucson.


A South Carolina sunrise,
from the Georgia side of the Savannah River...

On my visits to Georgia over the years, especially since I've lived in the desert, I've come to love morning runs along the Savannah River, on the Augusta Canal trail. Languid mornings, fog lifting over backwater reflections...

...19th-century brick, railroad bridges...
Maybe it sounds shallow--I mean, people are most important, and I still have friends in Georgia--but now that I no longer have family members who live there, which will make any future visits much less frequent--one of the things I'll miss most is that trail. Water, tunnels of greenery curtained with Spanish moss, humid solitude, history...

Neither of my parents is from Georgia, but that's where we ended up living when my father retired from the military when I was a kid. Nice enough, but I never did really feel 'at home.' As polite as people can be--and part of me does miss the social lubrication of 'yessirs' and 'thank you ma'ams'--I never could completely get away from "you ain't from around here, boy, are ya." So, I came back out west for grad school, moving to Seattle, and after spending a year each in France and Nicaragua, I've been in Arizona for eight years now...

Georgia's second city does have its international side, which pre-dates "The New South" of the late 20th century.
Chinese script on an antebellum building...huh?
(I went to high school just a few blocks from here.)

Go back up to that canal--dug in the mid-19th century by African slave and Irish-immigrant labor, then enlarged in the 1870's by Chinese workers; those laborers, from either further afield weren't limited to building the railroads out West... In the Reconstruction South, Augusta became home to one of the oldest Chinese communities east of the Mississippi...

And at the Saturday morning Farmers' market down by the river--

--you can now get arepas colombianas: 
Grits and fried green tomatoes still rule, 
but this small southern city has evolving tastes...

Also just a few blocks from where I went to high school, a relic of 18th-century farm life--the home of a signer of the Declaration of Independence:
Meadow Garden dates to the 1790's and was originally the home of George Walton, a young member of the Georgia delegation to the Continental Congress of 1776.

I'd never been, so I visited this landmark during what will probably turn out to be my last trip to Georgia for a good while. The vibrant interior, furnished with period pieces, struck me. 
This blue: historically accurate. 
Who knew that 18th-century decorators favored such a bold shade?

During the Federalist Era, almost every home had a portrait of George Washington...
...and here, he presides on a wall of...yep, peaches. 
Georgia has been taking that fruit seriously for a long time...

What's better on a summer day than a drippingly fragrant peach?
(Note, too, how "y'all" is spelled here...correctly.
"Ya'll" makes my skin crawl.)

After driving my mother to Atlanta, where she got on the plane to Arizona, I headed down to central Florida to see old friends. With days of hotels and highway driving looming before me, their home was truly an oasis.

Kitchen-wall words with pedigree...

Ahh, subtropical mornings:

...with BIG birds!
These neighborhood sand hill cranes let me get so close...Alarmingly tall...
Hearing their cries, it felt like I was running through the wilderness instead of a suburban neighborhood...

Downtown Orlando's Lake Eola Park:
Away from the theme parks, Orlando is a birdwatcher's dream, tree-filled and never far from water...

...and street-art. This wall truly caught my eye, as I drove by it on the day that the tv/radio/print/socialnetwork news was saturated with the details of the Charleston church shooting.
Head, and heart, hurt.
Oh, The South...

"Tortured past" and "complicated legacy" are the clichéd perennial fallback phrases that almost everyone uses when talking about The South's history of slavery and segregation. Really, though, is there anywhere on the planet that can escape those epithets? (I'm reminded of this quote from great Western writer Wallace Stegner: "No one who has studied Western History can cling to the belief that the Nazis invented genocide.") Prejudice-fueled-injustice--its flavor may vary, but its presence marks all corners of human geography... 
So, having spent the largest chunk of my growing-up down South, I can't help but note the lingering aftertaste of the American brand of chattel slavery south of the Mason-Dixon Line whenever I see the region's historical architecture. So much of it is lovely, aesthetically...but I've never been comfortable with those who insist on using the adjective 'genteel' when describing the Antebellum 'way of life.' This summer, with the Charleston shooting and the resulting Confederate-flag discussions, the 'heritage-not-hate' slogans were heard again...
...and although this building (below) is not directly linked to that politically-controversial issue... does epitomize for me, the unpleasant undertones of a historically complete understanding of The South's "heritage." This structure in Augusta, Georgia (again, just up the street and around the corner from where I went to high school) is the old First Baptist Church--the site, where in 1845, a regional convention of Baptists decided to formally separate themselves from the national denomination in order to become "Southern Baptists." Why? Slavery. More and more of their coreligionists up north were becoming increasingly vocal Abolitionists, so it was time for a break. The genesis of the Southern Baptist Convention was their pro-slavery stance; truly, black and white. 

Lovely building. Heritage, indeed. 
Millions of Americans today owe their religious affiliation to what took place here. And yet...
How many truly understand the origin? 

This should not be read as a rant against any one denomination in particular--but history is history.
It wasn't until 1995 that the Southern Baptist Convention formally 'repented' of its pro-slavery position.

Driving up from Orlando to finally head out west, I took a detour off I-10 up in Florida's panhandle. I'd never seen the Gulf Coast, and I was curious about the so-called 'Redneck Riviera.' 

It was a Saturday; it felt like half of the population within a half-day's drive of the Gulf of Mexico was all here. Stuck in traffic, this vacant lot caught my eye:
Some juxtaposition, eh?

Powdery white beaches and turquoise waters. Check.

By evening, along the Alabama coastal wetlands around Mobile Bay.

It had never been on my radar as a destination. I decided to spend the night here--a childhood friend, whom I'd not seen in many years, moved here a while ago, so it was good to see him and his family...And, oh, the seafood...(Try The Oyster House on the causeway.)

The next morning I drove through downtown--home to the tallest skyscrapers on the Gulf Coast and also old Fort Condé--the original French military fortifications on Mobile Bay. Mobile would be French, then Spanish and British before finally becoming American in 1813.

By late morning, I was in New Orleans. Time for beignets and café au lait at the Café du Monde.
Obscene amounts of powdered sugar.
There are some things you just have to do.
Along with the Louisiana air itself, the copious white powder and the throngs of sweaty tourists make everything sticky...truly atmospheric...and gloriously so. And the wait staff--visual confirmation of New Orleans' legacy as an outpost of the French Empire and an immigrant draw--largely Vietnamese...

I was wondering if this corner of Jackson Square had become one of those tourists-have-replaced-the-locals landmarks. While waiting in line for the restroom (yes, have to queue up for the toilet), a guy next to me asked me, "so, are ya from here?" I asked him the same question, to which he replied: "Oh yeah I come here all the time, and especially when friends from out of town visit." Okay, then!

Such a celebrated city--a city I'd not yet visited--but I only had a few hours here...enough of a first-hand taste, though, to ensure that I will return.

While French is no longer the language-of-the-street in the French Quarter, 
you have to love how local sports fan have adopted Frenchy spelling: "GEAUX Saints!"

(I know, I know, 
I'm a French-teacher-who-works-in-the-U.S.,
but I'd never yet visited La Nouvelle Orléans?
Hey, I was gonna get around to it eventually,
it was on my list...
and it still is.)

With limited time, after just several hours in The Crescent City, 
I kept heading west, this time away from I-10,
driving along the Mississippi River, through Vacherie.
Banana trees everywhere,
next to tin-roofed wooden structures.
Felt like I was back in Central America.
Truly sub-tropical down in those parishes...

In the bookstore of the old Laura Plantation on this River Road, I had a conversation with one of the docents--a young man who speaks fluent local French--le bon français acadien. He learned it spending summers with his grandparents and great-grandparents who spoke no English. Finding fluent Louisiana francophones is becoming more difficult, as the younger people increasingly turn to mainstream English...

Et voilà: "Oak Alley."

A Southern Plantation home par excellence, and the French is entirely intentional. This was originally named "Bon Séjour," founded by the Aimé and Roman families in the 1830's. The sugar aristocracy along the lower Mississippi River was mostly French-speaking Créole society who preferred that their daughters not marry les Américains. A magnificent setting--centuries-old oaks, the mighty Mississippi, and pillared Greek Revival Majesty...all built with slave labor.

The honesty of Oak Alley's depiction and exhibits of slave life impressed me. (It wasn't too long ago that visitors to many plantations still encountered phrases such as 'and this is where the servants lived'...)
Inside a slave's shack.

An example of an iron 'collar' with bells,
and below that, "children's transport shackles."

Table and map showing the percentage of the regional population that was actually made up of slaves...

...and a listing of some of the names of the French-speaking African slaves--
no last names, no African names--
a memorial, of sorts, to those
who made plantation life possible here during the 
Antebellum decades of "The Peculiar Institution." 

From Créole life along the Mississippi to the Cajun world along the Bayou Teche:

I stopped in Breaux Bridge ("Pont Breaux" here) to stretch my legs in the Crawfish Capital of the world. The helpful lady in the regional information office, proud of her local heritage, told me that, as I continued heading west, there were two things I had to do: eat boudin and handle baby 'gators.

So I did.
At Billy's, in Lafayette Parish. 
The town of Scott is, officialy, "The Boudin Capital of the World." In much of the French-speaking world, 'boudin' can refer to a blood-sausage, but in Louisiana, it's blessedly safe for non-vampires. Pork, rice, spice...all nicely encased. I tasted it in all its glory: boudin roll, (yep, fried in an egg-roll wrapper) plain boudin, and boudin balls (crunchy!), washed down with Dr. Pepper in a glass bottle. Mangez, buvez, as they say...

As for handling baby alligators,
it may be touristy,
you can't not get off the highway to handle these guys.
They are so docile...and so (surprisingly) soft.

The boudin kept me going all the way through Houston at rush-hour until I finally arrived in San Antonio.
The Alamo. 
A pedestrian oasis after driving all day...

The next morning, I got up early--desperately needing a morning run after the previous day of porcine-feasting in Cajun Country. The streets in the King William district, lined with 19th-century mansions, and the paths along the San Antonio River, make for a perfect urban loop of greenery and architecture.

(The city even puts out a handy brochure with maps for downtown run/walk routes.)

Heading west--the Texas Hill Country: big sky, wildflowers...

...and, of course, barbecue.

At last, just one more night in a hotel before sleeping in my own bed again in Tucson--spent the night in El Paso, and drove up a bare mountainside for this view the next morning--looking over the city into Ciudad Juárez, Mexico:

Back in the desert again. 
(Another place where history's 'mixed legacy'
has led to a complicated present.)

An unlikely spot, perhaps, but this hillside motel just north of downtown is home to one of the best roadside breakfasts I have ever had. Think Waffle House...or Alice's Diner--but Spanish-speaking.

Next time I'm passing through west Texas, this hole-in-the-wall will be a destination. Driving west from the lands of grits and biscuits-and-gravy, this taste of hashbrowns and huevos con frijoles made me feel like I was 'back home'--a culinary welcome-back to the Southwest...¡Gracias, Lucy!

Before the final four and a half hours of driving to Tucson, I walked around downtown El Paso a bit.
streetscape in the Segundo Barrio district,
the blocks surrounding the border crossing.
Color and lively shopping...and good eats...

And, for the last meal on the road--lunch just a few hours before arriving in Tucson,
in Mesilla, New Mexico, a plate of red- and green-chile smothered enchiladas in La Posta De Mesilla, an adobe compound that was once a stop on the Butterfield Stagecoach Line in the 19th century, when this tiny town served as the territorial capital for New Mexico and Arizona...

Taste of place.

The place that's become home.
The Desert Southwest.

Road trip, safely ended.

The soundtrack to summer in Tucson is the song of cicadas--hidden in the mesquite and palo verde will occasionally spot one resting in the morning hours on a stucco wall:

And when the heat in the lowlands gets to be too much, all you have to do is go up.
A quick 45-minute drive from my house takes me to the highest peaks and trails in the Santa Catalina Mountains, where, at 9000', it's 30 degrees cooler than the desert 6500' below... cool peaks, granite crags, sky island meadows...

...and we try to hold on to summer...
mountaintops, long days, wildflowers...


  1. We are a gaggle of volunteers and starting a brand new scheme in our community. Your web site offered us with valuable info to work on. You've performed a formidable process and our whole neighborhood might be thankful to you. outlook 365 email login

  2. Those who enroll in this type of school are not first time drivers even though the school will not necessarily turn anyone away just because they are a novice. driving lesson melbourne

  3. Thanks for sharing nice information with us. i like your post and all you share with us is up to date and quite informative Rijschool Rotterdam

  4. I think this is definitely an amazing project here. So much good will be coming from this project. The ideas and the work behind this will pay off so much. theorie 1 dag

  5. This comment has been removed by the author.

  6. Snap here to apply for your driving test on the web. street security specialist. Dublin Driving Test CentreLocations (Covered by MyDrive). Driving Lessons Swords

  7. 100% Customer Satisfaction with our Locksmiths Dublin. Contact Us Today for a speedy Door Repairs Dublin. We cover all of Dublin. Call 24 hours a day No matter what locksmith service you need.

  8. Caracteriza-se, assim, a relevância científica de estudos que possam contribuir para a compreensão do efeito da ansiedade nesse processo e a descrição de estratégias terapêuticas de enfrentamento da ansiedade. Comprar habilitação quente

  9. I have read all the comments and suggestions posted by the visitors for this article are very fine,We will wait for your next article so only.Thanks! dkt test

  10. You have done a great job on this article. It’s very readable and highly intelligent. You have even managed to make it understandable and easy to read. You have some real writing talent. Thank you. Driving Lessons in Docklands

  11. I found that site very usefull and this survey is very cirious, I ' ve never seen a blog that demand a survey for this actions, very curious... körjournal

  12. Our car driving school in Eindhoven guarantees high quality with modern cars, for the best rates!

    rijlessen Eindhoven

  13. it's really nice and meanful. it's really cool blog. Linking is very useful have really helped lots of people who visit blog and provide them usefull information. driving classes near me

  14. In addition to Careless Driving being a vague and open-ended potential misdemeanor traffic offense, Colorado law also sets forth certain specific instances when a person can be considered to have driven carelessly.

  15. Just admiring your work and wondering how you managed this blog so well. It’s so remarkable that I can't afford to not go through this valuable information whenever I surf the internet! get instagram likes uk

  16. Great Article it its really informative and innovative keep here: with new updates. Its was really valuable. Thanks a lot.
    lake nona florida air conditioning repair

  17. A driving license allows you to legally drive or operate a motor vehicle. The rules and stipulations for obtaining one differ for each State and there are multiple classifications of drivers licenses that restrict how they can be used. Zutobi Drivers Ed

  18. It is my first visit to your blog, and I am very impressed with the articles that you serve. Give adequate knowledge for me. Thank you for sharing useful material. I will be back for the more great post. Impaired Driving Lawyer

  19. Borrowers choose the length of time they wish to choose to use repay the mortgage, and also the payment is calculated to adjust to the equation. canadian mortgage calculator For example, with the same $200,000 house using a 4. mortgage calculator canada

  20. If you prefer to shop offline, you should check out shopping malls and car accessory stores where you can get original full driver licences NEW SOUTH WALES FAKE DRIVER LICENCE
    for a reasonable price. Another easy way to hide your identity is to get a fake identification card.

  21. Obtaining a drivers license is an uncomplicated process in most jurisdictions, however, to the issuers and holders, the driver license is perhaps the most important document that can be possessed.Fake Australian Driver Licence

  22. I have express a few of the articles on your website now, and I really like your style of blogging. I added it to my favorite’s blog site list and will be checking back soon… Driving instructor

  23. Another specialty driving school focuses on motorcycle drivers training. Unlike most driving school in Brooklyn most motorcycle drivers training teach a much more aggressive safety aspect. This is no doubt due to the seriousness of accidents involving motorcycles.

  24. #1 Movers in Los Angeles. Professional Movers | Royal Moving Company la movers

  25. Military staff, upon their driving of military vehicles, given that they should hold licenses for that gave by their military specialists. Georgia Fake driver's license

  26. It pays to watch different drivers, loved ones, (counting transport drivers). In any event, when others are driving perilously, an adroit youngster can undoubtedly figure out how to drive securely by settling on judgment decisions on others' driving propensities. reinsurance in Missouri & Kansas

  27. Only strive to mention one's content can be as incredible. This clarity with your post is superb! Thanks a lot, hundreds of along with you should go on the pleasurable get the job done. körkortsfrågor

  28. Get an amazing experience with a Miami exotic car rental by mph club that's in Miami Florida on your next trip. Miami exotic car rental

  29. Thanks for the blog loaded with so many information. Stopping by your blog helped me to get what I was looking for. Rijschool Tilburg

  30. it's truly quite meanful. it's truly cool blog. Connecting is exceptionally valuable have truly assisted loads of individuals who with visiting blog and give them usefull data. windshield replacement