And so it begins.
I drove, rode my new folding bike 20 miles, took a bus in a county where I never rode their system before (I didn’t even know they had one), and even got saved on extraordinary hills and nowhere to safely ride by an Uber driver in a tiny car who eyed my bike and said, “Will that fit?” And I said, “Yes, Paul. That will fit!” as he popped the trunk and it easily slid in.
I was pilot-testing the pilot test (Virgo that I am) of #OneDucksJourney next year, which is planned trip (and probably new book) across the USA via bikes, buses, trains while reporting from cities and then working on organic farms.
I wanted to see the digs where I’d be living for ten days this fall. I met the chickens, goats, donkey, rabbit, urban farm and food forest (including fruit trees currently heavy with Asian persimmons) I’d be helping tend.
There’s a geodome, a tiny house and a teardrop camper. There are food donation days and backyard cultivator outreach. There’s a community fridge, a pond, and a bonfire. There’s handcrafted art. There’s even a day camp with precious little rubber-booted children trudging through the wild.
There will be a pumpkin patch fundraiser soon, as well as more WWOOFers, to keep this multifaceted initiative going. In addition to farm work, I’ve been asked to use some of my four-hours-a-day barter time to provide professional marketing support for this nonprofit. I’m excited. I start right after my CDC Foundation job in service to the State of Alaska Department of Health ends. (Here’s a fun throw-back post from 2010 about another time my role changed.)