Sunday was delightful. First, the driving through West Virginia was beautiful. First on state route 19 through counless little valleys with tendrils of fog lifting all around. Then on I79, the sun came out giving us spectacular views of the mountains and valleys along the way. We had no idea that West Virginia was that beautiful.
In Kentucky, we were headed for Buckhorn campground. We left the interstate and had two hours of rural driving. Wow, really really rural. It amazed us to see such long narrow windy roads lined by houses and dilapidated trailers housing the people who live in the valleys and gullies. It was like turning the clock back 70 years.
We planned on buying groceries along the way. The only store we found was a Dollar General. It made us think how difficult for people living in those places to get basic services that most of us take for granted.
The campground was nice, located at the foot of a big dam. All the weekend people had departed, leaving us almost alone. The facilities were top notch and seemingly new. (Tip if you're a camper. The US Army Corps of Engineers has the best campgrounds around.)
At dusk, we were sitting by the fire. A car stopped at our site and a man got out. He was a local. He and his wife just wanted to be friendly and to chat with these strange campers from another state. We really enjoyed our talk with them. They were nice people. But man were they hard to understand. I have some friends from Tennessee, so I'm used to the Tennessee drawl and I love it. But the Kentucky variant was very different. Probably, it was easier for them to understand us, because we sound like the people heard on radio and TV.
In the conversation, the man let it drop that he had had bouts of alcoholism and addiction to opioids. Wow, that reinforced many of the stereotypes about hill people.
The next morning, Libby and I discussed it in the car. The most poignant thought was that people living in these regions have almost nothing in common with urban residents of Boston or Chicago, nor Google employees, nor NPR correspondents. It would be ludicrous for Hillary Clinton to come here and make a speech about public transportation, or urban planning.
Those people who think that the political divide splitting America is transient and superficial are dead wrong. The two Americas are real and durable. Compromise is hard to imagine. The election of Donald Trump was not a fluke.
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