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Katie Bachler

Dream Houses

September 2012

A multitude of tiny peeling wooden and cinderblock houses lie between larger, lived-in homes in the desert near here. These once belonged to homesteaders, and are mainly framed in 2 by 4s, with sticky tarry roofs, water tanks and fraying electrical wire connections. I drive down sandy roads to these half standing homestead cabins everyday these days, because I have decided to buy one with a couple of my friends, to start building something ourselves, picking up where the homesteaders left off.

Many of the cabins scattering the desert are structurally sound in their raw beams; slap on some ply wood walls, a reclaimed door, windows from the dump and the skeleton becomes a home. These strutures represent a time of scarcity, of austerity when homesteaders built the smallest possible structure (12 ft by 6 ft) required by the government to stake a claim to the land (5 acres of heaven). One room, with a small propane stove, a matress on the floor, a tin cup, and a journal. This reality is intriguing for a girl who grew up in a 3 bedroom suburban home with a staircase; what makes a home a home? (The corners, the light)

What remains of human life are piles of things that move around in a home during use; stuffed bunnies and depression era blue glasses, forks, piles of books that are curling and rotting and yellow. I confront a certain smell, maybe containing remnants of the familiar smell that was once home, but this mixes with decay, with dis-use…tossed and mangled all over the floor- a special purple shell carved with “Hawaii”, some worksheets about manifest destiny, letters from prison sometimes. What is left in the desert is left in the desert; there is no public sanitation department that deals with excess waste in abandoned houses (there are a few private waste disposal companies in the high desert).

Objects face us in our dream of building something with our hands, in these frames, the lives of others and the half-house feeling, imagining where a bed would have gone, what the doorknob looked like. People left because they couldn’t handle the climate, because of money, because the myth was lovelier than the reality, leaving the structures abandoned for 50 plus years, until a family member decided to sell. Like the lansdcape itself, these houses allow space to imagine our possible domesticities, we just have to sort through the layers of other lives still hanging around inside.

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Katie Bachler

Katie Bachler was our first HDTS Scout, and was in residence from 2012-2013.

The HDTS Scout Residency is dedicated to learning more about the people and places that make up our diverse and ever evolving community.

During Katie’s residency, visitors were invited to drop into the HDTS HQ, the Scout’s home base, to meet Katie, who could be found making maps, hosting conversations, and baking bread – in between her off-site adventures around town and out in the field.

Katie had a lot in store during her time here, including:

  • a series of talks featuring local experts
  • joining together to create a web of knowledge
  • a research library and archive documenting the many spaces, places, plants, and people that make up this special region
  • casual conversations with drop in visitors over tea
  • site visits and field trips around town

Katie engaged the community by instigating map-making and rag-rug braiding workshops, the Scout’s Book Club, Art in the Environment classes for desert kids, casual conversations, site visits and field trips—all shared in her Scout’s blog, which serves as the foundation for her book.

Purchase a copy of Katie’s Scout book.

BBQ and Potluck Wednesday June 27 at HDTS HQ, Featuring Local Plant Palo Verde
Live in the Desert; Live Longer
People/Words/Drums
Still From a Wind Film
Untrammeled by Man
A Scout in Vermont in the Rain
A Slice
At the Dinosaurs on the 10
Desert Library
Desert Rain Desert Sky
Desert Sourdough
Legend-Tripping in J-Topia
The Naming
Wonder
You Have to Build a Fortress
Boy Scout Pioneering Patch from the Past
Cashews in the Bowl of Life
Forms
High and Tight
I Love Space
Light
Start With the Rocks
Table Salt
The Void?
Wilderness in the Mail
Crystals and Mentalphysics
Dream Houses
Mirage
Sat. Mo. Copper Mountain Mesa Breakfast
This Place is Real
Walking is a Matter of Upwards
A Gift
A Walk Through Space
Kenyan Cowgirl
We Walked All the Way Across the Dry Lake Bed
Cactus Ed
Wall Street Revisited
In The Kitchen
A Gift is a Letting Go
Reality is Like a Horserace
The Character of a Town
The Lot That is the Desert Behind the DMV in 29 Palms or Everything
The Colors and Stillness in This Place After the Rain
A Women's Dinner in the Desert
A Copy of a Copy
Inside to Outside to a Whole New One
Now, a Farewell, an Always Beginning
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