Saturday 27 June 2015

People of America....

I only met a few locals very briefly on our journey to the States, but they have still stayed with me.

Pilot of American Airlines:
On the flight into Philadelphia, the pilot would intermittently tell us of our course of action, and I couldn't help notice how much he sounded like Gil Scott Heron.
"We are currently cruising at 30,000 feet and anticipate landing in Philadelphia in 45 minutes, may I remind passengers that, the Revolution will not be televised..."
Obviously my own preconceptions have had an influence on my first experience of American culture.
Random passenger traveling home to LA:
When I sat one seat away from Pam, in the row behind my husband and 2 children, she couldn't help but remark on what a smart seating arrangement I had been given. Yes, I said, I had obviously tried to rebook the seats online, but - shucks - I'd still ended up on my own ;)
She was returning from a working trip all week In Philly, so had to do some spreadsheet stuff on the way, but otherwise we talked of work, of homes, of children and she showed me her recent (2nd) wedding photos.  She also wrote down her email address and directions of how to get to some great vineyards in Cali that offer free wine tasting tours.  I think we will be friends for life.

Checkout girl in Dollar General:
I chatted to Mark about how cheap our groceries were and she noticed my accent.   I had spent a bit of time working out what coins were worth what, so she asked 'Are you on holiday?'.
'Yeah,' I answered 'I haven't got a clue what this one is' I said holding up a dime (It is worth 10 cents but looks just like a 5p)
'What's it like where you're at?' she asked.  This was in the middle of the Mojave desert, in California City.
'Its wet - all the time' I said and 'we love it here because of the sunshine' - she rolled her eyes as if wondering what it would be like to have it rain so much.

Park warden in Red Rock Canyon:
He was pretty portly for an outdoors employee, but he was warm and friendly, even though he was telling us off for filling our RV with water, when the sign said not to. I explained his colleague had told us it would be ok, just for a half tank so he backed down and then let the drinking fountain spill over for a while to give the bees a drink.
We talked about the drought in California, how we had been using the Sat Nav to find a place with a lake or river, as we knew there would be trees and shade there.  Only when we got to 'Lake View Drive' or some such place, would we'd find the lake was long gone - one place even had some people dune buggying on the sand left behind.
He told us he was from the East coast and might go back in a few years, he was finding it hard to cope with the heat.  We said we were from Scotland and the sunshine was heavenly for us.  He explained he usually meets Europeans in the summer months - the campgrounds and parks are usually shut for the summer season because its too hot, but thats just when we all want to come and visit.
Strange concept, being shut for the summer.
Strange concept, that we are 'Europeans'.....?

The Hitcher
We had just driven the long road down through Death Valley and out through the Black Mountains. It was not a place to be stranded and it had not been a busy road.  Passing an old mine off to the side, I'd thought it strange that there was a car parked up there - not an off-roader, just a town car.  And then we saw him, his relief to see us was visible and he flagged us down to get a lift.
I looked at Mark as if to say, 'we couldn't not stop here' so we let him into the back of the RV, next to our kids and tried not to think of what happens in films.
He said he'd lost his keys while poking around in the old mine, looking for gold.  He'd had to drink his radiator water and he needed a lift back to Pahrump to get help - were we going to Las Vegas?  Unfortunately not, but we gave him a lift to Shoshone, the nearest town and as we pulled out of the petrol station, we passed him hitching his way back onto the interstate in the direction of Pahrump.
It is such a shame that we were so suspicious of just another person.  Awful that I imagined at one point how easy it would be for him to pull a knife from where he sat behind us and put it to my throat.
How awful that sensationalist films have tainted my view of the world and its people so much.  How guilty I felt for not being friendlier to him. But you know, I think he knew how he seemed to us as well and I don't think he held it against us.  I guess we'd all seen the same film.

The bird couple.
They arrived and pitched their tents beside us at Furness Creek. One tent for them and one mesh gazebo for their birds.  We couldn't help but go and introduce ourselves, especially after Morris and I were peeking through our RV curtains at them one early morning.  The way the man talked and cuddled the 2 parrots, letting one climb over and ride on his back as he made breakfast, was so adorable. 
The people came from Northern California, doing a trip of the state and taking in lots of interesting places for the birds.  The birds were parrots, very domesticated and obviously more human than parrot nowadays with all their special attention.  The people found it easy to take the birds everywhere, they even had little cages that could be attached to the front of their bikes so the birds could feel the wind beneath their wings.  The lady said they particularly liked going out in the kayaks.
We followed their advice to go to Red Rock canyon after Death Valley and could see why they had liked it so much. An incredible rock face houses hundreds of swifts, screetching and swooping in and out of the rocks. The parrots must have been fascinated by the new voices on the air above them.  While we sat out one night we even heard an owl hooting and could see his outline perched up on the top of the rocks above, possible watching us or maybe hypnotised by our fire like we were.





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