Coal Stories

I finished up the five episodes of NPR’s Embedded podcasts on Coal Stories. ๐Ÿ”ŠI cried a little bit when the final podcast came to an end as I knew how it would end.

Listen to Embedded Podcastย Here: https://www.npr.org/podcasts/510311/embedded

Except for the brave wayward tourist or maybe the backcountry hunter few non local people ever spend much in Appalachia off the beaten path๐Ÿšง of the expressway and the tourist trap. It’s hard to fall in love with a land at seventy miles per hour or by staying only in designated locations. Many people believe that the world ends once you pass the last stop light,๐Ÿšฅ descending into a dark place highlighted by Deliverance. Despite what television says, there aren’t people hiding in the woods hoping to make you squeal like a pig ๐Ÿท.

Almost Heaven

Evening

Appalachia with its mighty mountains, ๐Ÿ—ปtwisty narrow roads with steep decents and quaint villages in the river valleys is a special, wild place in many ways. It’s a place filled with amazing people, spectacular scenery and fascinating accents, traditions and customs. It’s a place of remarkable natural resources like fish and wildlife,๐Ÿก poor farms carved into hillsides and fertile valleys๐Ÿฎ, timber๐ŸŒฒ, rock, oil and gas and most importantly coal.

 Along The Potomac River

 Coal Strip Mine Along Corridor H

While the best of Appalachia’s coal has long been burned, there are still substantial reserves of this dirty but cheap fuel, especially the low value soft bituminous coal.๐Ÿญ Loaded with sulfur and heavy with carbon atoms, mining has provided good paying, if not tough jobs in area where there is few other jobs – as Appalachia is already poor and provides the big bustling metropolitan areas๐Ÿข with cheap, but very dirty electricity.

Mount Storm

Farm in Riverton, WV

Sure there are other jobs in Appalachia, but for the most part they pay less. Most people, especially those in Appalachia know that coal jobs are disappearing ๐ŸŒdue cleaner and easier to burn natural gas, greater efficiency, and more renewables. Even in deep Appalachia wind turbines dot the ridges and solar panels cling to hillsides, but nothing pays quite like coal when it comes to natural resource production – despite being an industry that is only becoming more troubled. Coal is not unlike the dairy industry in New York – dairy ain’t the best sector of agriculture in the state but it has steady milk checks year round.

Coal allows people to stay in Appalachia, at least the lucky few that can score the remaining jobs. It’s tough nasty work, an industry that every local knows is poisoning the land but is also putting dinner on the table, paying for a nice house and pickup truck, a deer rifle for hunting season and a four wheeler.๐Ÿ—ป Coal allows people to remain in the land they love, the blessed hills and hollows, the twisty steep roads off the mountains where people hunt and fish, at least where acid mine discharge hasn’t poisoned the steams.

Route 7 in Gandy, WV

Make no mistake, coal is not an easy industry to break into. Only a few percentage of people in Appalachia are lucky enough to have scored a job in the coal industry. ๐Ÿ‘ทBut for the lucky few, it’s a good job in a wonderful community. And that was the whole story of Embedded’s Coal Stories.

Mount Storm Lake

I highly recommend listening to the Embedded Coal Stories. ๐ŸŽงDon’t be afraid to exit the four lane, explore the quaint villages that time and tourists has forgotten between the mountains,๐Ÿฐ take many narrow and steep roads through the mountains. Speak jealously about the few people lucky enough to carve a life out of what so little remains of the hills and hollows of Appalachia.

 Moorefield WV

Prison Trilogy Today

1972 was a very long time ago, Joan Baez reminds us in her song Prison Trilogy the which turns 46 years old this year …

Luna was a Mexican the law called an alien
For coming across the border with a baby and a wife
Though the clothes upon his back were wet
Still he thought that he could get
Some money and things to start a life

It hadn’t been too very long when it seemed like everything went wrong
They didn’t even have the time to find themselves a home
This foreigner, a brown-skin male
Thrown into a Texas jail
It left the wife and baby quite alone

He eased the pain inside him
With a needle in his arm
But the dope just crucified him
He died to no one’s great alarm

Towards Outlet of Stockport Creek

While the Hudson River can be choppy and filled with noisy motorboat traffic, the backside of Middle Stockport Island is totally placid and quiet, a estuary rarely visited except by kayakers or other small boats. The center of the river is here is 30 feet deep, but there are also many sand bars and shallow areas around here.

Taken on Saturday June 4, 2011 at Hudson River Islands State Park.