Eagle

As we near the end of our first visit to Eagle county, our time here has started to boom at least as much as this eponymous town. All the little fits and starts have started to teach me a thing or two about gumption.

Alluring as some abandoned things are (like the old mining town we stumbled across last night), abandoned stories leave a much hollower echo. It’s hard to chase a hope even in it’s infancy. I think storytellers like us are stubborn that way. Sometime, it’s just hard to just let things go.

And yet here’s another day, touching my shoulder like the afternoon breeze to say keep trying. Here I am, wishing we didn’t have to leave. As I sit beneath the day’s late haze shrouding Mt. Sopris, a baseball hat clad man strums chords behind me. His fingers are languidly patient, never rushing into melody or silence. The turbid mountain weather dips into an evening for walking, dining, and laughing our way into the fading warmth.

As I sit and mull over the healthy array of story ideas we’ve pursued here in Eagle, I can’t help but think maybe it’s just luck. And then I ask myself, do I believe in luck?

Maybe. But then again, maybe luck only follows well-laid trails. Gumption is the groundwork, and we’ll return with plenty of mud on our boots.

Since I posted last, our perfect little mountain Boom Town has delivered its share of down days. While the food, fresh foliage, and morning jogs have been unparalleled, our stories looked barren for some time: Long lists of names and numbers. Dead ends. Emails returned, empty. Contacts with less to say than we hoped.

I’ve re-learned that it’s all in your outlook. When I sit down to our notes from the last few days, I see how all the cold calls and painful prodding have paid off. Really, only two days (yesterday and part of today) started to test my optimism. Two days that made us start thinking of wild story alternatives, like moving up to the remote old mining town we visited today, unplugging ourselves from technology, and chronicling the process.

But people are coming through. It’s amazing how you can drop into a brand-new town and five days later start running into the same people, and turning off the GPS. It’s amazing how people start caring about what two random journalists are doing in their town.

Wednesday, the morning after I last wrote, we met with Susie Davis from The Youth Foundation. I contacted Susie immediately after I checked out their site and learned of an program they run called Neighborhood Net, an after-school access program for kids who don’t have Internet at home.

Susie not only has a huge heart, she’s a goldmine. We left with names trailing off our notebook pages. She also showed us some digital life journals created by area youth (through the Center for Digital Storytelling). I think I felt the tingle of tears in each one of them. We left full of ideas, and a copy of Malcom Gladwell’s recent book, Outliers.

Later that day, a recent high school grad from SOS showed us how the other half lives in this County. Irving Hernandez is a second-generation Mexican, and isn’t afraid to talk about the social dynamics in the perfect-on-the-outside County he calls home. Irving narrated our drive west of Eagle: through his trailer park neighborhood, and the neighboring towns of Gypsum and Dotsero. The latter is completely made up of trailer parks where you’ll find the folks who keep boom towns like this booming. (Video to come!)

Yesterday we met another young woman. Though we learned some interesting things about how little the Anglos and Hispanics mix once they hit high school, nothing concrete came of it. That’s what’s hard about this project: you can have 15 interesting conversations, and yet not a single compelling story idea will emerge. Being a portable journalist is really pushing my boundaries as a storyteller.

Today  after what felt like 50 more business cards handed out (at colleges, chambers of commerce, and community centers), one of Susie’s contacts came through for us. Steve Kauffman, the founder of Access Roaring Fork, is passionate about youth and technology and excited to work with us. We start Monday.

When you’re in God’s country, it’s not hard to look up.

(And even then, Rocky Mountain beer helps)

Day two here in Eagle ran away on us. Things are happening here, and we’re racing to keep up. To describe the experience so far, I’d say it’s an abundance of riches.

After arriving early Sunday morning, we hung out in Denver for the afternoon. Mary’s delightful brother and sister-in-law took us for lunch, and then we had coffee with Nathan Rodriquez, the Communications Director for S.O.S. Outreach, a youth organization we’ll be working with here in Eagle.

Monday we spent the entire day at Yeti’s Grind, getting our bearings.  With great coffee, free wireless, comfy leather couches and a bustling scene, we decided to make Yeti’s our temporary office. With it’s very own cycling scene, awesome latte art, and happy hours, I could stay here just for Yeti’s.

We spent the day emailing and leaving messages, reading local papers and bouncing story ideas off each other. It was a relaxing, yet productive start to our Eagle experience. (Did I just write those two words in the same sentence?)

http://www.sosoutreach.org/

We  spent the majority of today in Edwards, a town near Eagle, where S.O.S. is based. We drove down to the office to introduce ourselves, and ended up talking to Arn Menconi (S.O.S founder and one of the Patchwork  Nation bloggers) for about 3 hours. He and Seth, one of his employees, took us to a Mexican mercato for an authentic lunch. My two tostadas kept me full for the rest of the day!

S.O.S. are just the folks to partner with while we’re here —       totally plugged in to Eagle County’s youth. Arn has a contagious passion for building leadership in underserved  youth. They even offered us office space while we’re here.

On the way out, they asked us if we would come back later today to record an interview (for their recently-launched website) with Alfredo Velasco, one of their alumni.  Velasco has received a full scholarship to Dartmouth College to study electrical engineering, and isn’t shy to credit his success in part to the S.O.S. experience.

I (Jen the writer) shot the video all by myself. It was a little unnerving not having my favorite mentor there, but it went well. Afterwards, Alfredo took me for a tour of Edwards from his perspective, and at the end of it all, I dropped him off at the local skatepark to meet up with his friends. He’s heading to his native Mexico tomorrow afternoon, but he’s definitely on our short list for our next trip here.

I took short hike around a silvery mountain lake nearby, and am back at the hotel revelling in the free internet, popcorn machine, and friendly bartender Anne. She insisted on bringing me a glass of red wine, on the house.

A serene end to a day full of promise.

It’s Saturday in Syracuse, and the bags are packed and ready to go. Mary and I arrived home safely from Nixa, Missouri, the first town in this adventure that we’re calling The Young and the Wireless. Tomorrow we leave for Eagle, Colorado, where we (and this blog) will be coming to you live and unplugged.

Under the Patchwork Nation model, Eagle is representing “Boom Town” demographics in our project. What exactly does this mean? Growth, relative affluence, 38.5 million Americans, to name a few. But as well-researched as this category is, a face-to-face meeting is in order. These neat little community categories beg us, as journalists, to find the correlations as well as the deviations.

My grandfather was a compulsive labeler. In his tool shed, each nail drawer, box, and peg board hole had a neatly-printed label to go with it. As we found in Nixa, labels can help you find what you’re looking for. But as with my grandfather’s system, what’s inside the drawer is often much less tidy.

I can’t wait to be surprised. Not just by the mountains (which I’ve been craving for the past 2 years out here in the East), but by the people who make up the place we’re calling America’s Boom Town.