Day One: In which we explore rumens and different ways of
life
“New Mexico. It’s like Mexico. But American.”
With such facetious thoughts in mind we embarked on our
sojourn into the heart of the American southwest, where the chile to person
ratio is approximately a million to one.
Skipping over a night of airport travel where things
characteristically did not go quite according to plan, we made it to our first
morning in Las Cruces, New Mexico not entirely well-rested, but ready to go
nevertheless.
Our host on the first day was Shannon from New Mexico State
University, and through her we got an excellent intro into the enthusiasm,
consideration, and belt-buckle-fashion that pervades this part of the country.
MIT is an excellent place for research, but there are some
things you just can’t do in a city, with having a ranch conveniently on campus
chief among them. We received a heartwarming welcome through a furry, very
huggable lamb; meanwhile a few graduate researchers spoke to us about their
efforts to optimize feeding and breeding habits to raise productive livestock.
Then we went cow-diving. There are
no pictures - the managers were concerned that people might misinterpret cannulation,
a process in which researchers essentially open a hole (painlessly) into the
animal’s side, as animal cruelty. In our case, the researchers were studying
the cow’s to digest a variety of cheap, sustainable feeds, so they opened a
window into the cow’s main stomach compartment, the rumen. In lieu of a picture
of a bold Terrascoper sticking their hand down a cow’s voluminous stomach (the
researchers assured us that we could sleep comfortably in a cow’s rumen,
wampa-style), a few members of Terrascope Radio have recorded for the world the
delightful gurgling of a cow stomach. Noises include the penetration of the mic
through a later of partially digested silage and the cow’s heavy breathing.
*The recording will be added at some later date when the Wi-fi cooperates*
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Poverty is a lot more prevalent
in New Mexico than anywhere I've ever lived; the researchers at NMSU said that
approximately a third of children under twelve lived below the poverty line. So
when we visited a community outreach experimental farm later in the day, it
felt so very urgent - here with the brown earth and dry land, the need seemed
far more imminent than in the lush community gardens of Cambridge, MA.
A small portion of the farm can
be seen here:
They utilize drip irrigation
throughout, but even so, water supply and quality is still an issue. When their
allotted supply of water from the surface reservoir in Elephant Butte is used
up, they have to use aquifer water, which is more saline than optimal. The farm
manager there said that fixing the salt issue would make a huge difference –
MIT researchers, get on it! One thing that stuck out to me, though the manager
didn’t complain about it, was that it takes two weeks for him to get pH results
for a soil sample back from an university lab – is there perhaps some faster indicator
that he could use right at the farm?
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One of the first surprises of the
day for me was learning about the abundance of pecan farming in New Mexico. We
got to visit one such orchard late into the afternoon, where the owner assured
us that the deliciousness of New Mexican pecans is unrivaled. As fascinating
as pecan farming is, I think I can be forgiven for deciding to focus on other
parts of his talk.
He had a complicated (or so it
seemed to me) relationship with Mexicans. He appreciates their hard work when
they come to his farms as contracted laborers, but he quite vehemently spoke of
“Hillary Clinton and everyone else up in Washington” not understanding the situation
at the border. I suppose if I knew someone who was murdered by a drug
trafficker, I would take a heavier stance against border immigration too.
"I've been to your country,
and it's beautiful,” he told us. But he could never live in the northeast. “The
traffic alone…" I could say the exact same thing - replacing
"traffic" with "dust".
Towards the end of the session,
he asked how many of us believed in global warming. It took me a while to put
my hand up – not because I wasn’t sure what I thought, but because I’d never
been asked such a question before. Naturally, all of the Terrascopers raised
their hands.
Then he asked us why. Burhan
replied with an answer that, I think, applied to all of us: There has been much
scientific evidence published by respected and validated sources. The farmer
labelled this as “believing what we were told” and encouraged us, quite
respectfully, to “think for yourselves”, saying that from his experience, it
was doubtful that him using his tractors contributed to a change in climate.
Here was a man who studied
science, who has embraced mechanization, and who has capably managed a
profitable farm - and who, from all appearances, is also a climate change
denier. It certainly gave us something to think about.
On the other end of the spectrum
fell an entirely unplanned encounter. While we were sitting in the plaza of
Mesilla, enjoying (or squinting against) the fading desert light, this fellow
drove up to the sidewalk and beckoned to us.
We were initially very wary, but
eventually a few bold members of our group approached him and struck up a
lively conversation.
By his account, this man (we
referred to him ever afterwards as motorcycle guy or biker dude) had travelled
the country and the globe on his Harley-Davidson. One of the last things he
imparted to us before he blasted off was his belief that none of us were really
Americans; the land belongs to the Native Americans, from whom Europeans stole
the land. “We destroyed this land,” he said with utter conviction, and said
that his goal was to try and do his part in fixing it.
On my part, I don’t think any
progress will come from such a drastic, backwards-looking way of thinking. Did
the initial European settlers commit awful acts of violence? Certainly. But
must we disavow centuries of life, civilization, technology, and progress that
happened since? Why should we not be Americans? America is the land of
immigrants, and that is what we all are – Native Americans included, millennia ago.
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I’ve gone on numerous trips
around the US with my family, but it was always more about nature, exciting
sights, and adventures. There was history and culture, but only of the museum
variety. On this trip, however - one day in, and already I feel
more…cosmopolitan isn’t really the word, but I’ll put it here for now (I want
to get to sleep eventually). There's no replacement for actually talking to the
people who live in the places you visit. This trip will definitely prove
to be an excellent exercise in asking good, detailed, thought-provoking
questions out in the field – we should really keep a running tally of the day’s
best questions.
I’ve skipped over a lot of
activities, but I’ll briefly mention them here with their pictures:
Late-night at the airport
Visiting a bustling farmer’s market
Lamb hugging
Old-fashioned blacksmithing
Old machinery
I’m also horribly behind with these
blogs, so if someone else would like to help me write them, that would be most
marvelous.
I'll try and add more pictures - Wifi upload speed is miserable. Photo creds to Judy, Lali, and Burhan.
I’ve skipped over a lot of activities, but I’ll briefly mention them here with their pictures:
Late-night at the airport
Visiting a bustling farmer’s market
Lamb hugging
Old-fashioned blacksmithing
I’m also horribly behind with these blogs, so if someone else would like to help me write them, that would be most marvelous.
I'll try and add more pictures - Wifi upload speed is miserable. Photo creds to Judy, Lali, and Burhan.
Quotes of the Day
"[Gurgle]" - cow's rumen
"Excuse me a minute, allergies are about to eat me alive."
"What part of the cow is the best part?" --"The steak."
"Excuse me a minute, allergies are about to eat me alive."
"What part of the cow is the best part?" --"The steak."
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