Bobcat (UC Merced mascot) on the Vernal Pool Reserve 2013 |
Although I cried for
about half an hour when Chris and I pulled out of our neighborhood on our way
across the country to California, the sadness didn’t last long before
excitement took its place. We wound our way across the continent stopping to
see relatives, Stephanie and Jim in St. Louis and Judy and Peter in
Albuquerque. But I was anxious to pick up the pace. I’d purchased our new house
in Mariposa by myself. Chris hadn’t seen the quirky property from the inside,
and I was a bit nervous. Also, classes were starting fairly soon, and I’d never
really taught a full on course before. We arrived in Mariposa around dusk after
over a week on the road. Tied to the top of our Subaru Outback were sleeping
bags and pads, a few pots and pans, a coffee maker, and clothes for a week.
Our first few days were
magical. The house in Mariposa is a rambling, multi-story home with 7 acres of
large granite rocks, two ponds, and a small forest. Our moving van was fast in
coming. David, our driver who packed up a full 55-foot van with all of our
possessions and my lab gear, made two drop offs at the Castle and the house in
Mariposa. Miraculously, only two things were broken—a lamp and the frame of an
old Swarth family painting.
House in Mariposa, Evan in pond, 2015 |
We both reported for
work the following Monday, and I began to move into my new office. Campus
building specialist Steve Rabideaux had reserved a nice, full window corner
office at the Castle building, UC Merced’s out post in the small town of Atwater
adjacent to the former Castle Air Force base. I was shown my mega-laboratory
space. You could literally hold a square dance in the room. One side had black
and blue lab benches that looked like they came straight out of a junior high school science
lab. One older fume hood was located in a back room. There was no running
water, no lab sink. I was also assigned two support rooms to serve as offices
when I hired folks to people the lab. I slowly unpacked the boxes of samples,
put away files, and looked at the rag-tag bunch of stuff I’d brought from
Carnegie. It was fun to carry out the renovations to make this a working
laboratory.
Marilyn in Castle Lab, 2013 |
At the Castle, I was
alone. Alone! After the whirlwind fall at the Geophysical Lab where I was never
alone, always busy with a constant stream of people coming through to get their
last minute bits of advice and give some out as well. I also had a shared
office on campus. Jessica Blois, the other new ecology professor, and I shared
a nice office so that we could meet with students, get to know the campus, and
have a small foothold with our colleagues. We both started teaching right away.
I was nervous for my first class in Ecology. Heck, I had been practicing ecology
for decades, but I’d come from an earth science and astrobiology laboratory. It
didn’t take long for me to lean into the teaching and enjoy it. (For more on my
experience with students, see a forthcoming blog.)
Selfie after first class--big smiles, 2013 |
Again, because I was far
removed from my Carnegie people, I got to know the students that year, even
recognizing their hand writing on quizzes and tests. I met many of my best
students that semester. Meanwhile, Chris was excited to work half time as
Director of a new UC natural reserve property adjacent to campus. He was also
team teaching a large general education course in Earth System Science. He’d been a
college instructor many times in the past, including teaching grad classes at Johns Hopkins when
he worked at Jug Bay Wetlands Sanctuary, but this was The University of California! At night and on the
long drives to and from campus to our house in Mariposa, we discussed our
common employer—the University of California Merced. We were working together!
Commuting together after 26 years of separate lives. It was a lot of fun.
After 9 short months, I
became the Chair of our embryonic Life and Environmental Science Department. I
loved and embraced the job. I started work at 5:00 in the morning, with a cup
of Peet’s coffee, sitting at our kitchen table. I wrote emails, organized my
lectures, and prepared for the day. We left the house around 8:15 am arriving
on campus to drop off Chris by 9. I continued another 15 minutes to the Castle
laboratory. Our drive, so different from our DC and Maryland commutes, went
through miles of blue oak foothills and grasslands. Often we saw eagles soaring
over the small creeks. Daily, we drove through agricultural fields where our
nation’s food is grown. Different species of hawks—red tails, ferruginous, Swainson’s,
and red shouldered—flew overheard every day.
I was able to hire and
retain almost half of the faculty in the department. I walked several through
the demanding tenure process. I negotiated lab spaces for new assistant
professors. I served on leadership campus committees and met everyone from the
Provost to the night cleaning staff. It took 16 months for my first isotope
mass spectrometer to be operational on April 1st, 2014. I’d hired a
former undergrad, David Araiza, and a postdoc, Christina Bradley. We were going
places! What a relief to hear vacuum pumps gurgling away again. I had garnered
a generous start up package and was having fun buying all new “toys”.
L-R: David Araiza, Marilyn, Christina Bradley, mass spec boxes 2014 |
Chris had the thrill of creating
the Merced Vernal Pools and Grasslands Reserve, a 6,500-acre property, as part
of the University of California’s Natural Reserve System. He learned an
entirely new ecosystem, was breathing the air of his home state, and making new
connections with vernal pool biologists across the state that had had an
adversarial relationship with previous campus administrators. He traveled out
to “the Reserve” daily, driving a small, 4WD off road vehicle--the Gator--on
its primitive roads. Chris also had a switched-on crop of undergraduate
interns, who made his time on campus worthwhile and tied him into the larger
academic scene. Cami Vega, Daniel Toews, and Katherine Cook, all seniors,
completed projects and helped out as needed. Together, Chris, his interns, my
lab group, and I built a research program starting small and going big. On
Friday afternoons, when the campus was eerily quiet, we would rustle any faculty,
students or staff to join us in the Gator to view the stark and inspiring
vistas of the Reserve.
Bobby Nakamoto on the Reserve, 2015 |
After several years of
contentious colleagues at the Geophysical Lab, my UC Merced colleagues were a
breath of fresh air. Peggy O’Day, founding Professor, was my recruiter. We have
a common geochemistry background and many colleagues in common. The soil
scientists, Asmeret Berhe, Steve Hart, and Teamrat Ghezzehei, formed a small
group that I warmed to with time. Their science was not immediately interesting
to me, but eventually I learned its importance and relevance to terrestrial
ecology. The biology-oriented colleagues, Carolin Frank, Danielle Edwards,
Justin Yeakel, Jessica Blois, Mike Beman, Mark Sistrom, and Mike Dawson,
provided a daily influx of scientific juice that I missed at the Geophysical
Lab. Furthermore, they were all younger than me—and young, period—a stark
contrast to the senior scientists at Carnegie.
Chris showing Danielle Edwards and Mark Sistrom kestrel boxes, 2015 |
Probably around 2 years
from when we arrived at UC Merced, there developed a number of small annoyances
that erupted into soul-draining battles. For example, there was little
administrative support to run the department, and almost no money. Furthermore,
although my colleagues at the Castle were promised we’d have lab space on
campus by a certain date, the times came and went without forward progress. As
a senior tenured faculty member, I shouldered the burden of fighting for their
inclusion on campus with UC quality facilities. By the start of 2016, about 40%
of my time was occupied fighting campus “battles”. I felt like General Dwight
D. Eisenhower fighting on the African, Southern, and Eastern fronts.
New lab on main campus, November 2015 |
At the same time, Chris
was facing increasing scrutiny dealing with environmental issues and access to
the Vernal Pool Reserve. His vision for managing an NRS reserve differed significantly
from that of his faculty supervisor. He received little support from the very
busy faculty on campus. For a combination of reasons, he retired at the end of
2015.
When the opportunity
presented itself to me to start a new Institute at UC Riverside doing exactly
what I had wanted to do at UC Merced, I jumped at the chance to learn more
about it. Chris and I were disappointed with our life at Merced. We knew we’d
made the right decision to leave the east coast and strike out for California.
We were less convinced we landed in the best place.