100% of proceeds to Helene relief and recovery in Western NC. Current recipients of funds are Community Foundation of Western North Carolina, Mutual Aid Disaster Relief, Rural Organizing and Resilience (via Holler Harm Reduction), and Poder Emma (via Colaborativa la Milpa)
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I was raised and still live in a community five miles west of Asheville, North Carolina, called Candler. Over the last 40 years, I’ve watched it transition from a small rural outpost into suburbs. The face of our community has taken a variety of new shapes along the way. From 160,000 the year I was born, the population of our county has ballooned to 275,000.
One thing has remained constant: We’re river people. We identify as Mountain Folk, but the truth of it is, we’re river people. The rivers and springs of our home have been the lifeblood of our communities for generations. The mountains are hard, unforgiving land, so it’s the natural waterways that make it habitable. The mighty French Broad that runs through the center of town—along with the Swannanoa, Green, Hominy, Pigeon, Oconaluftee, and others—sustains us. Near the turn of the last century, one of my great, great uncles earned the honor of becoming North Carolina’s oldest living man. He claimed that it was a result of daily plunges into the icy waters of Cataloochee Creek.
On September 27, 2024, I watched as the rivers began to take back what they had given us for so many generations. To say that we were unprepared would be a mistake. We’ve learned the hard way about floods: where they happen, how they impact us, what works, what doesn’t. In 2004, I was in college in Chapel Hill when friends who attended Western Carolina University drove several hours to sleep on my couch and floor as we watched news of what we were told then was a “once-in-a-lifetime storm.” It eradicated the downtowns of Biltmore Village, Clyde, Canton, and others. They returned and started putting the pieces back together.
This time was different. Not only was our collective hubris about how often we’d been seized by flooding on full display, but the scale was unlike anything we’d ever experienced. Communities were drowned. We lost power and then cell service and then water. The radio reported that the only interstates and highways that could carry supplies and lives in or out were impassable from landslides and collapsed bridges. Food, gas, and water became accessible only to those with cash, solar panels, or hand-pumped wells. The haves and have-nots were starkly divided, but, to be totally honest, no one truly had all they needed. Thousands went straight into survival mode and, for the most part, handled the situation collectively. Resource management became a complex formula that most of us have never had to navigate; the stakes of that calculus became, well, mountainous.
My family, which includes three generations of people who have mostly lived their entire lives in Candler, got out as soon as we were able. It was hard to decide whether to stay and help or leave. For us, it became a question of whether we’d actually be of service or just another gaggle of people in line at water distribution centers or gas stations. We had the means to leave and felt it only right to go, to avoid taxing the dwindling resource supply.
Now we’re working to help get more food, water, gas, diapers, formula and cash back into the area. It won’t happen overnight, and there won’t be one fix that comes from a single government agency or aid organization. It must be a network of efforts happening, both at once and over a long period of time, to put it all back together.
After driving out of the Blue Ridge, I finally reached a place with a reliable cell signal. It was an overwhelming and bittersweet experience. We were flooded with images of what our friends and neighbors were going through in further-flung parts of Western North Carolina. We also received a massive amount of concern and love from friends and loved ones around the world, including the people organizing this benefit. The funds raised by this effort will end up in the coffers of people on the ground doing good, impactful work in the region.
Give what you can. Hug your friends and family. Use our experience to illuminate what, unfortunately, this new future will be like for us all: always on the precipice of climate disaster. It’s a stark, cold reality, and we’ll only get through it together. A friend of mine who stayed behind to spearhead aid efforts in his neighborhood shared these words earlier, and I think they’ll live with me forever: “Our terrain wasn’t meant to handle this storm, but our community was built for the aftermath.”
—Rusty Sutton
Chapel Hill, North Carolina
My fondest memories of Western North Carolina all involve the rain. There was my first wedding anniversary, sitting on a cabin high above Hot Springs, watching the weather roll in over a ridge as if it were god’s very breath. There was the time years later when we visited the home we’d eventually buy, also outside of Hot Springs, and got our van intractably stuck in mud. We sat on the porch, watching the water come down and deciding this was home just as we heard a tow truck rumble up the long dirt road. And then there was the time, again years later, we took a day off in that very home while walking 2,200 miles northward on the Appalachian Trail, eating ice cream by the pint as it poured outside.
More than any other mountain range in the United States, water helps make the Appalachians special, so green in the summer that it can feel like no other color exists. The peaks are old and worn, so that the spaces between mountaintop and the gaps or valleys, where the creeks and rivers run, is rarely very large. I have traveled most of this country’s mountain ranges by foot now, and I remain spellbound by the way earth and water exist in perfect tandem in the Appalachians. They have coexisted for so many millions of years that they seem a perfect
system, a distillation of deep time before our very eyes.
Sometimes, of course, even seemingly perfect systems temporarily fail, overrunning our own human designs and desires. In recent weeks, the world watched with increasing horror as the suddenly unnatural waters of Appalachia overran entire communities and cities, towns and farms. Places so many of us have loved for so long may now only exist as fading memories and lingering highwater marks, devastated not only by nature but also the fundamental ways we have changed nature. For some of us, it is a tragedy beyond imagination; for others on the ground, it is absolute reality.
Cardinals at the Window—named for an expression we’ve all heard in Appalachia, meaning that there’s a little luck on the way—is our modest attempt to help the best we can, to do what we might to help restore some small piece of a place so many of us love so much. Friends far and wide instantly offered up their work, only with the caveat that there be something more they could soon do, too. It is very tempting to curse the rain and the water that drowned and destroyed so much of Appalachia. Most of the time, though, it is part of what makes the place special, unforgettable, unique—a home worth keeping, where land and water and sky merge into perfect union, natural and spellbinding.
—Grayson Haver Currin
Missing Home, Colorado
released October 9, 2024
Compiled by: Libby Rodenbough, David Walker, and Grayson Haver Currin
With Crucial Help From: Shirlette Ammons, Martin Anderson, Anna Morris, Cory Rayborn, Nick McGregor, Nick Sanborn, and Rusty Sutton
THANK YOU: Matt Arnett, Steve Barnett, Clay Blair, Zoe Blilie, Farnum Brown, Crawford Byers, Finn Cohen, Phonte Coleman, Jason Colton, Bradley Cook, Jon Coombs, Allison Crutchfield, Eric Deines, Timm Donohue, Bertis Downs, Emily Ginsberg, David Gottlieb, Brendan Greaves, Howard Greynolds, Zeke Hutchins, Patrick Jordan, Robbie Lackritz, Ryan Matteson, Adam McDaniel, Crystal Myers, Frank Nieto, Shawn R. Nolan, Kevin O’Halloran, Mike O'Neil, Ben Parrish, Anna Pearson, Aja Pecknold, Jacob Daneman, Eleni Psaltis, Dolph Ramseur, Chistine Stauder, Jay Steele, Chris Tetzeli, Traci Thomas, Erin Thompson, Brian Weitz, and everyone else who pitched in here.
Engineered by: Alli Rogers
Mastered by: Nick Sanborn
Artwork by James Madison Mitchell
