Waiting for the Tumbleweed Connection

“Did you ever hear back from the tumbleweeds you launched?” I get that question a lot, especially from folks that have watched the “Lost Sea Expedition”, the Public TV series about my mule voyage across America (which you can stream here on Amazon).

Mule Polly and me launching a tumbleweed from the Lost Sea Expedition wagon (outside Keyes, Oklahoma)

Okay, let me set this up for you a bit.

The Lost Sea Expedition

The “Lost Sea Expedition” is the 4-part documentary I filmed about my 14 month wagon journey from Canada to the border with Mexico. The goal of my journey was to film a documentary about the ancient sea that covered what is now the Great Plains. I filmed the entire journey with only the gear I carried in my wagon: two movie cameras, an audio recorder, tripods, and a laptop. All powered by a 100 watt panel bolted to the wagon’s roof.

Mule Polly assisting with some heavy weather camera work (Black Hills of South Dakota)
Clearing snow off the solar panels so I could charge my movie cameras (Black Hills of South Dakota)
Inside the wagon – all 21 square feet of it.
The route across America – Neptune, Saskatchewan to Fort Hancock, Texas


In the course of my journey, I wove in an out of the lives of hundreds of folks. I sat down with lots of them to record their thoughts on what it was like to live in a part of America that lots of people – including me – didn’t know much about. Then I piled my gear back in to my wagon, hitched my mule Polly to the shafts and walked out of whoever’s life I’d entered the day before.

Interviewing Art Morrison (Pine Ridge Reservation, South Dakota)

This went on for month after month, season after season. I started my journey in Neptune, Saskatchewan in May and, half a year later, was halted by the coming winter snows in the Black Hills of South Dakota. I sat out the winter and set out again the following spring. I traveled south all that summer and fall, interviewing folks along the way. Winter overtook me in Oklahoma. I decided to push on so I could document what it was like to travel the southern Great Plains in winter.

The Second Wagon Winter

I soon learned that winters on the Oklahoma, Colorado and Texas plains was a lot like winter most everywhere else on the Great Plains. Lots of cold, snow, sleet and frozen rain which, if you’re traveling with a mule and wagon, that means lots of icy water buckets, numb fingers and waking up to a mule with frozen-shut eye lashes.

I blanketed Polly in cold weather.
A snowy slog

But the cold wasn’t the hardest part. I could wear a wool hat to bed. I could crawl in to two sleeping bags. I could wriggle in to a set of quilted coveralls and set out again the next day, consoling myself that giving mule Polly double rations would keep her warm. What I missed more than warmth was human contact.

The Oklahoma panhandle is one of the emptiest parts of America and that winter, mule Polly walked across it one mile at a time. Much of my route was along gravel and dinky country roads. The reasons they’re that way is because there’s nobody out there. Sure, there’s ranch land and some farming. But in winter, the wind blows so cold and hard, most folks stay inside. The land, for the most part, is just a frozen gray expanse of wind blown grass. A fair number of ranches we stayed at, like I found across much of the Great Plains, were abandoned.

Pulling out of an abandoned homestead
Empty land


On windy days, especially when the wind blew from the north, the only movement across the land was tumbling spheres bouncing and spinning across the land – tumbleweeds. At first, while they were still a novelty, I enjoyed watching them stream my way. They swished against the wagon, bounded in to mule Polly and got stuck under the wagon, where they made a scratching sound until one of the wheels ran over them. A real treat was watching one get crushed against the cow catcher of a tractor trailer barreling up the highway at 65 miles per hour.

Tumbleweeds

And then the novelty wore off. You just can’t admire each and every of the thousands of tumbleweeds that hurl by your wagon every day. And then I got sick of them. Mornings, after I camped in the wagon in some frozen field, I had to pull them out from under the wagon where they’d gotten jammed overnight. I drove past houses buried in tumbleweeds. I drove by fences pushed down by tumbleweeds. And through all this, I barely saw anyone. I felt more and more like a sailor voyaging alone across an ocean.

Buried in tumbleweeds

Message in a Tumbleweed

Surrounded by all these tumbleweeds, I got the idea to tie some notes to them and send them off across the empty expanse. The Great Plains equivalent of a sailor launching a message in a bottle. I snagged a few of the largest Kali tragus I encountered (also known as Russian thistles), spray painted them orange for visibility and taped a note inside each. Scrawled on each note was a plaintiff message to the tune of “Hi. I’m Bernie. I’m traveling across the land with my mule Polly. I’m lonely. Please write me back. Thanks. Bernie” To that I added my mailing address and, so the finder wouldn’t have to spring for the postage, a stamp in the top right corner.

Gathering tumbleweeds
Spraying them with orange spray paint
The note
Mule Polly checking for quality control

And then I launched the tumbleweeds from my wagon. The best place to do this was in an open field where the wind carried them off, jiggling and bouncing toward the frozen horizon. Some of the launches I filmed. Some I just savored. I launched a lot of tumbleweeds for I was mighty lonely. The night after every launch, hunkered down in my wagon, rocking back and forth by the winter winds, I wondered where the latest batch of tumbleweeds was bounding off to. And who might find them. A pretty woman? A crusty farmer? Or would they just splinter to bits as they rolled themselves to death.

A wagon full of tumbleweeds ready for launching
The launch
The send-off
Destination: Unknown

Which brings me back to the question folks often ask me. “Did you ever hear back from someone who found a note in your tumbleweed?

To which I answer “No.” And then I think back to all those beautiful tumbleweeds bounding across the land, each carrying my lonely note to someone on the other side. Someone who might also be feeling shut out from others. Someone who was going through a tough time out there on the empty plain. And I think how excited they’d be to reach in to a tumbleweed and unravel that note that had tumbled all those miles across the great wide open and in to their life. They’d peel off the duct tape, read the note and find out it was from someone else looking to make a connection. Then they’d head to the post office to mail it back to me.

I don’t want that image to die, of a tumbleweed bridging the gap between two lonely people. I’m home now. I’m married. I’m not lonely any more. And yet I cling to the memory. So I amend my answer about getting back one of my notes in a tumbleweed from “No.” to “Not yet”.

How to Watch the Lost Sea Expedition

The “Lost Sea Expedition” trailer. No mules or tumbleweeds were harmed in the making of this series.

The Lost Sea Expedition is available on DVD at the RiverEarth.com General store.

You can also stream the series right here on Amazon. If you haven’t already, it would be great if you left a review. A few words is all it takes and you can do it right here. These really help. Thanks!

New Book Update

Work on the new book about my latest mule voyage from North Carolina to Idaho is going really well. This week I worked on passages on why you can’t jerk a mule across a bridge with a golf cart, the Frogman’s sandwich and deflating a Nebraska calf with a pocket knife. I hope to have the second draft completed early in the new year. If you want me to give you a shout when the book comes out, just sign up for my newsletter right here.

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[…] Mule Polly and I have finished our wagon journey. People still write me to ask if I anyone ever found one of my messages in a tumbleweed. Here’s an update I wrote called “Waiting for the Tumbleweed Connection“. […]

Christian+Harberts
3 years ago

Fascinating… so tumbleweed start out looking like just any old shrubby weed, then at the end of the season, they break off at ground leverage (leverage against the root ball) and off they go, powered by the wind… Somewhere, someone has surely studied just how far a tumbleweed can migrate (I’m assuming they take the seeds along for the ride, shedding them along the way, all at once, or progressively? Sounds like a great grad student project!

Christian

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