This was the public diary of Faith Meckley, who traveled cross-country in a van and met her husband, Alex Televantos, while on the road. This blog is no longer active — you can follow Alex and Faith at https://theearthlingdream.com
After getting married, Alex and I use recycled and unused materials around Rosebud Camp at Standing Rock to re-build the interior of the van into a space that suits both of us. It may have only contributed a tiny bit, but we were glad to help with camp clean up in our own small way.
Our latest video shows how we built a bed for two:
We’re really happy with the storage space that the underside of the bed offers, as well as the hidden storage we placed underneath our shelving unit.
Although we are going to Australia in May and the van will have to stay behind, we look forward to taking it out for a couple more camping trips together.
Yeah, right. We got married. Meet Alex, my Australian husband who happened to be camped out at Standing Rock the same time I was. I’ll let Alex introduce himself. He’s more eloquent than I am, anyways.
This is the sequel to “Plans Change,” my first video about my decision to return to Standing Rock. This video documents the driving marathon I made with my friend from southern Colorado to North Dakota to be reunited with two people we care about.
If nothing else, this adventure has taught me that plans change. Sometimes it can be used to let go of plans. Sometimes you let people you care about down in the process. You have to embrace uncertainty, face your fears, and live off hopes and dreams. You have to let go and trust yourself.
Like most American children — especially those of us who grew up in small, rural white towns and went to public school — I was raised to be a “patriot.” I’m not sure I ever fit that mold, and I don’t identify with it now. What I understand American patriotism to be is a fierce, blind love that rejects any criticism, even if it’s warranted. It’s the attitude that you can’t down-talk the military because you would be insulting veterans, you can’t stand up against environmentally destructive development because you’re interfering with good American “progress,” and Kaepernick is a douchebag because he cares more about justice than the national anthem. Continue reading “New Year’s Resolution”→
Before spending a month at the Standing Rock protest encampment near Cannon Ball, ND, I explored quite a bit of the Dakotas. In South Dakota, my girlfriend and I toured Badlands and Wind Cave National Parks, Custer State Park, and Jewel Cave National Monument. Our last stop before we parted ways — her to Colorado and I to Standing Rock — was Theodore Roosevelt National Park, North Dakota’s only national park.
Welcome to South Dakota. FAITH MECKLEY
Welcome to North Dakota. Photo taken by Aria Mildice
With all the hoopla at Standing Rock, I wasn’t able to find time to write about TRNP. But now that I’m in Colorado with some down time, I want to share this incredible place. Continue reading “Throwback to Theodore”→
The cold has a way of seeping all the way into your bone marrow. Any exposed skin immediately starts to ache, and is numb in fifteen seconds. Slick tracks of ice make it difficult to walk without cleats. At night, the floodlights on the hills from the construction operation block out the stars and defeat the need for headlamps. Despite the harsh climate and the intense situation, I often have the thought that the Standing Rock resistance encampment is the most beautiful place in the world.
I feel it when I stand atop “Facebook Hill” and look out across the sprawl of Oceti Sakowin, the main camp north of the Cannonball River. I feel it when the sun sets and the sky and hills turn to fire and the river a rose-tinted mirror. I feel it in the heartbeat of the drum thumping at the sacred fire, reverberating through Oceti and across the river to where I’m sleeping in the Rosebud Camp. I feel it in the laughter of the children sledding down the hill and the horses galloping through the hodge-podge of teepees and army tents and RVs.