Nate Hegyi, rural reporter for the , is embarking on a crisscrossing the continental divide in August and September, interviewing and listening to Americans ahead of the 2020 election. You can follow along on , an and this map.
September 1: Leadore to Birch Creek Campground, 50 miles
An important note here: These are my first-glance takeaways. Think of this as a reporter's notebook. A mosaic of voices over the next few weeks, cycling 900 miles across four states and dozens of small towns.
I鈥檓 staring at an American flag near the library in Leadore. It鈥檚 faded from the summer sun and its tattered, frayed edges are whipping in the wind. A few years ago, I imagine, someone bought that flag at a nearby feed store and hoisted it up the pole, brand new. She lorded over this little pocket of the West until the weather and the wind started tearing her apart.
Now she is half decayed. The red washes out into the color of the setting sun. The white transforms into desert dirt. The blue evaporates into the arid, bright sky. Flags don鈥檛 last very long in the Lemhi valley. It鈥檚 a rough country with brutal winters. But that hardness also creates a sense of community.
鈥淓ven if we hate each other politically, we鈥檙e going to help each other out when the chips are down because we all know we鈥檙e in this together,鈥� Dave, a Leadore resident who won鈥檛 give his last name (I鈥檒l get to that later), says. 鈥淚t鈥檚 like a really disjointed family.鈥�
Dave is leaning on his red Pontiac Firebird outside of Leadore鈥檚 only post office. He鈥檚 lived here for more than 25 years and he loves the mountains, the weather, the affordability and the sparse population of Leadore. But he鈥檚 also an oddball because he鈥檚 one of the few people in town wearing a mask to reduce the risk of transmitting COVID鈥�19.
鈥淣o one here, or in this country, seems to be taking this seriously,鈥� he says. 鈥淲e鈥檙e at six million cases of this and nobody seems to care. It alarms me because I鈥檓 old, and if I catch this it could be the end of me.鈥�
Dave is a rebuke to the blue Trump flags flying around town. He has a voracious news appetite and watches PBS, BBC and Telemundo. He鈥檚 aware that other countries have done a much better job handling the pandemic than the United States. And while he鈥檚 a lifelong Republican, he鈥檚 essentially given up on the party as 鈥渂eing poisoned.鈥�
He plans to vote libertarian this November and he鈥檚 baffled that most folks in the valley don鈥檛 feel the same way.
鈥淸Trump] does not represent the values of the people who are out here,鈥� he says. 鈥淎nyone that thinks a billionaire is a friend of the common man is pretty much short-sighted.鈥�
But for some, Trump鈥檚 wealth is a positive. I鈥檓 reminded of a conversation I had a few days earlier with Richard Roznowski, a truck driver living in Hamilton, Montana.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 have to worry about him being bought off, paid off or intimidated because he has a bunch of money and writes his own paychecks,鈥� he鈥檇 told me.
He also acknowledged that Trump sometimes lies to the public but that didn鈥檛 seem to bother him.
鈥淭here is no completely honest politician. Pretty much politicians are all liars 鈥� they鈥檝e always been that way. Trump is about the only one you can actually figure will get stuff done because he鈥檚 a businessman. He wouldn鈥檛 be a billionaire if he was honest, though.鈥�
He figures somewhere along the line all extremely wealthy people, including Trump, have to lie, cheat, steal or take advantage of someone to get their money.
鈥淟ook at me 鈥� I鈥檓 honest and I鈥檓 poor as hell,鈥� he laughed. 鈥淟ook where that got me.鈥�
Roznowski鈥檚 views are emblematic of other Trump supporters I spoke with. The president, they figure, gets things done. But being on the wrong side of the president in small towns like Leadore puts Dave in a tight spot.
鈥淚've actually had people say, 鈥榃earing a mask? You're showing disrespect for the President. What is wrong with you?鈥欌�� he says, shaking his head.
As we鈥檙e chatting, a mustachioed man pulls up to the post office in an old pickup truck. Dave says hello twice and the man ignores him. They don't talk because of Dave鈥檚 politics. And while he stresses that, at the end of the day, everyone will come together to help someone in need here, he鈥檚 uncomfortable giving me his last name because he doesn鈥檛 want other Leadore residents to listen to this. He worries that there may be a time when they don鈥檛 come to help.
鈥淭here is some spite,鈥� he acknowledges.
That afternoon, I ride past another American flag. It鈥檚 a little plastic one 鈥� the kind you would buy at a Wal-Mart ahead of Independence Day. Someone pinned it onto a fence post at the top of a small, high desert pass called Gilmore Summit. The wind whips and the flag has been torn to shreds. It reminds me of the gutted, twisted, dead deer I see on the side of the highway 鈥� grotesque cartoons of themselves.
I push off, away from this harbinger of death and continue on down the highway towards my evening campsite along Birch Creek near the southern mouth of the valley.
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