Profile Response: Juanita Campbell, Pecan Island, LA


HWWLT Logo on yellowWe have a home and hearts that know no strangers. Currently six dogs, three cats, chickens. We have a futon and two air mattresses and can push furniture around to make a lot more floor room. We are not fancy here, pretty simple living in a very rural section of Highway 82 between Abbeville and Cameron. Smokers and drinkers.

When I read that warmshowers profile, I changed my route. I stuck tight to the Louisiana coast in order to meet Juanita Campbell. Anyone who wraps up a profile aimed at cyclists with the phrase, ‘smokers and drinkers’ is worth pedaling a few extra miles for.

IMG_6219Juanita greets you by clasping both hands. She looks into your eyes and says, “Welcome to my home. Be at home here. Stay as long as you like.” She directed me to put my bike in the shed and introduced a few dogs. Inside, she stuck a cold beer in my hand and outlined house rules. “I prepare the first meal, after that, graze on your own. There’s plenty of food. Don’t leave one spoonful in a container, finish it up and add it to the shopping list here on the refrigerator.” She showed me my futon, the bathroom, the Louisiana map on the kitchen wall, and the atlas for route planning. “I love maps. Can’t stand fiddling with them on the Internet. Give me latitude lines.”

Before I’m quite settled we’re out feeding the herd: dogs have free reign anywhere, but cats are not allowed indoors, “because they won’t stay off the counters.” There are fifteen egg laying chickens – “I get six or seven eggs a day” – a pair of new chicks, a half dozen larger chicks, a dozen meat chickens and a bunch of ducks. “I haven’t figured out what to do with the ducks yet.” Juanita has no children but there’s a husband over in Cameron who runs the supply point for Halliburton, where the multinational assembles everything from pipefittings to ketchup for transport to off shore rigs.

IMG_6214Juanita grew up in northern California, but her mother was born here. “We didn’t get electricity until 1958. Highway 82 was a ridge in the marsh; you could traverse it by land in low tide. Otherwise, people travelled by boat. The ponds along the south side of the highway were made from the excavation to build up the road.”

After Juanita’s mother left her several parcels, Juanita returned to Pecan Island, bought a house in Abbeville for $9,000 and moved it to the 9-1/2 acre parcel along Hwy 82 where she lives with her herd in the shade of ancient oaks. “I’ve lived here long enough to forget that the world works different north of I-10.”

The whole group evacuated during Hurricane Rita, returned afterward, lived in a tent for five months, stripped the flood-damaged house to its bones, and added a sizable addition. “We don’t put our folks in nursing homes. I want my husband’s parents to come here when they need.” Between the expanded house and the trailer on the property, Juanita envisions, “a community of old farts. A place where we remind each other to take our pills.”

imagesHurricane Rita changed Pecan Island, and from Juanita’s perspective not for the better. “Everybody came back, but not everybody stayed.” The School Board closed the local school. Juanita believes it had more to do with oil royalties than education. “We had 600 families before the storm; we have about 200 now. What few children there are have to travel twenty miles to school.”

While Pecan Island is not a place for families anymore, it’s become a place for ‘camps,’ vacation houses on eighteen-foot stilts that sit empty most of the year. “Its a rich man’s paradise built in a poor man’s field. They build a million dollar camp and come a few times a year to shoot duck. By the time you add in all the permits, ammo, and boats involved, each dead duck costs about three hundred dollars.” Juanita was offered $250,000 cash for her parcel, but she’s not selling.



Juanita is simultaneously earth mother and political siren. When she gave me a hug goodnight she commended me to rest in ease and grace. She rose in the morning with a lilt in her voice exclaiming the new day. But she also railed against the extraction economy that permeates the Louisiana coast and decried the swaths of dead oaks where dredging allowed salt water to seep into fresh water zones.

Her approach to ‘How will we live tomorrow?’ was similarly bifocal. Like many people, Juanita instantly shifted the ‘we’ to ‘I’. She wanted it to be more projective, for the very reason that I don’t state it that way. Yet, as our conversation wore on, she came back to the question again and again, each time with deeper, more inclusive views.

I rose the next morning, helped with a chore, and left by 9 a.m. as planned. Juanita was surprised by my diligence. “Most people don’t get going until at least noon; one cyclist stayed here four months.” However bewitching the bayous, Louisiana can’t alter six decades of this Yankee’s habits. Perhaps some day I will return and follow Juanita’s parting advice: “Leave slowly, come back quick.”

How will we live tomorrow?

IMG_6223“The question is sneaky, as if you are trying to get into our minds. I will live tomorrow the way I live today. I will use less, be humble, share more, and do what I want to do.

“I think you should ask, what are your intentions? That allows me to project what I want. What’s the point of this question? I can see lots of bar fights coming out of it.

“There, I answered your question. Life will be quiet, loud, fast, slow. Is that what you want?”


“Your question, maybe its about the environment. What are we doing, taking all this from the earth for the fat cats?”


“I’m still thinking about your question. We have more than we need, more than we want, and more than we can do without. Maybe we’ll learn that better tomorrow.”


About paulefallon

Greetings reader. I am a writer, architect, cyclist and father from Cambridge, MA. My primary blog, is an archive of all my published writing. The title refers to a sequence of three yoga positions that increase focus and build strength by shifting the body’s center of gravity. The objective is balance without stability. My writing addresses opposing tension in our world, and my attempt to find balance through understanding that opposition. During 2015-2106 I am cycling through all 48 mainland United States and asking the question "How will we live tomorrow?" That journey is chronicled in a dedicated blog,, that includes personal writing related to my adventure as well as others' responses to my question. Thank you for visiting.
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9 Responses to Profile Response: Juanita Campbell, Pecan Island, LA

  1. Larry Gerstner says:

    This was interesting. Thanks for sharing.


  2. I loved reading your experience. I also bike toured and stayed at Juanitas. You can view my blog here:
    I lost Juanitas email and phone and would like to send here a gift.. Do you have here contact.


    • paulefallon says:

      I enjoyed your blog – so glad you got to Mexico well and not surprised how different it was than Texas. I love traveling in Mexico, though it is not part of my current trip. Although I asked Juanita for her email, she did not share it. I communicate with her through the warmshowers website. I wish you all the best.


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  5. epauburn says:

    Hi Paul.
    I was the bicyclist that stayed for 4 months. I was only going to stay overnight, but Juanita said, “You can’t leave yet. We’ve barely had time to talk, and it’s so rare to have a woman my age come rolling through.” So I stayed another day. And another. And every time I talked about moving on, Juanita would find some reason to extend my stay. We became good friends. I painted the chicken mandala on her hen house… “Now I have the prettiest hen house on the whole Island!” I loved the herd. Every morning Pasha Marie would wake me up by crawling into bed with me and licking my face. Skinny would always sit on my feet. Juanita and I taught each other our favorite recipes, went into town on supply runs, and I went with her to the vet when she had to put one of the dogs down, she was suffering from cancer. We brought her home, let the other dogs say goodbye, and buried her under a tree. Her friend Mike the Monk visited from upstate New York while I was there. Now he’s my friend too.

    Mike got married a few years back and Juanita and Chris traveled to New York for the wedding. Shortly after they returned, Juanita became very ill. Chris came home from work one day to find her in grave condition. He rushed her to the hospital and she died a few days later. I miss her so much. We used to talk regularly on the phone, and she always reminded me I have a place to come when SHTF. Those long talks about the world and politics and our place in it, will stay with me forever. I enjoyed reading about your visit with her. She was one of a kind. I am honored to call her my friend.
    Patricia Auburn


    • paulefallon says:

      Patricia, Thank you for your note. I spent only one evening and morning with Juanita, and she was such a wonderful, strong character, she etched a permanent place in my heart, and a smile whenever I think of her. After my adventure was over, I wrote a book as well as a play, which is comprised mostly of direct voices of the people I met. Juanita is a vital presence in that.

      I do not know where you hail from these days. I live in Cambridge, MA and have a nice guest room. If you ever find yourself up this way, please reach out and stop by Maybe not for four months, But then again…


      • epauburn says:

        Thanks for your kind offer Paul. Right now I am in Las Vegas, not anywhere I ever wanted to live, but I am taking care of my 91 year old father. I am happy to do it, but it frustrates my deep longing for wanderlust. When I am free to go, I think I’ll convert a van and hit the road. I have never been to the upper New England states, but I have a good friend in Vermont, and one in Maine (whom I haven’t seen in about 44 years), so I will probably head your way. I blogged about my ride, here on WordPress. Epic Ride 2014. The last 4 are about my time with Juanita. Hope to meet you in person some day!


  6. paulefallon says:

    Patricia –

    Thank you for referring me to your blog. I read about your trip from Port Arthur to Cameron. I took the same route, suffered the same insanely wide-load trucks, took the wonderful little ferry. i crossed with a whole immigrant family moving all their stuff in two heaping trucks. Then I stayed in the same Cameron motel. Isn’t that place a hoot! My room was full-tilt Indian decor.

    Truly love your post about Juanita. You captured this so nicely: And that was one of my goals on this trip, to get to know people who were different, and to have an understanding rather than stand in judgment.

    All the best caring for your aging parent. See when you get here…confident that you will.


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