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Except for what they bring in on the barge, Holden is a self-contained village. No roads lead there; you have to
go by ferry, and then by a gravel mining road 10.5 miles up and into the wilderness.
The answer is yes, they not only have running water, but they have their own water purification system. No city
water here; it's all snow and glacier runoff. And Matt - you don't need purification tablets, and there is NO MUD to
drink!
They also have their own hydro plant, which, during the summer, makes plenty of electricty to run the village.
Farther up the mountain there is a diversion dam, which sends the water into an 18" pipe that drops 640 feet to run the hydro.
They have a commercial laundry, commercial kitchen with all the amenities you would want if you had to cook for 400+ people
three times a day.
The hydro also runs lights, computers, multi media equipment, a commercial ice cream freezer, sewing machines,
you name it. But it does not run hair dryers or curling irons. Don't nobody let Harry (head of Operations) catch
you with a hair dryer, or you will be toast. Oh yeah, there's a great toaster...
In the winter, the runoff is much slower, so there is actually less electricty. Although the community
is smaller, there is sometimes a problem with keeping things going. When the electricity stops, someone has to go climb
the hill and restart the hydro. In the snow. Lots of it.
The picture to the right is of Railroad Creek, which runs through the valley where Holden is located. You reach
this view by walking through the village along the road. Unfortunately, my little disposable camera didn't do the sight
justice.
The sign to the right appears above the electric hand dryer in the dining room, to discourage the use of paper
towels (which were never in the dispenser anyway, so you had the choice of hot air or your jeans). The big deal (and
it's a really big deal) in this place is GARBAGE. Nothing is thrown away unless there is no other use for it.
You cannot find plastic bags, plastic spoons, coffee stirrers, paper or styrofoam cups, or anything you'd normally toss after
using. The ice cream is served in old fashioned glass dishes, which are washed and reused. Cleaning is done with
rags, which are laundered. Everything is used until it falls apart.
After a meal, the paper napkins (on recycled paper) are sorted from the compost, and the meat if there is any.
The compost goes in the compost bins (and you'd better scrape your plate, or the dishwashers will come out with an unscraped
plate and let the whole assembly know what an unscraped plate looks like), and the paper and the meat are burned.
The Garbo Dock
They are so serious about garbage here that they have a name for it: Garbology. And a long term staff position
of Garbologist, to head the department.
Every morning at 8 a group of staff, randomly chosen by computer, shows up at the garbo dock for garbo duty. You
get it once a month; I was lucky enough to escape. These folks sort through the village's garbage of the day before,
separating it into recycling, burnable, compostable, bio waste and landfill. Holden deals with the burnable and compostable
garbage. The others get bagged and when enough is accumulated, it's taken to the barge.
Imagine if instead of calling the stuff we throw away "garbage", we called it "landfill". 'Cause that's where it
goes. Might make us think a little more about throwing so much stuff away.
The way they keep bears out of the village is by making sure that all food, even the stuff you have in your room, gets
thrown away only in the compost bins off the dining room. It must work, 'cause I didn't see any bears in the village.
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