“We just passed you on the highway, somewhere near the world’s largest pistachio.” – Email from a kind passerby
I woke up on Tuesday and set out for a light 16 mile day, and what would be the day I hit 1,000 miles. Despite being well rested, the pack had never felt so heavy. My right shoulder felt like it was crushing under the weight of my pack straps, and my left hip was experiencing a sharp pain. I tried to use the adrenaline of getting to 1,000 miles to distract from the discomfort, which worked for a time, but fled once I hit 1,002 miles. It was bitterly cold, with a light snow dusting at my feet and a forceful, stinging wind on my cheeks.
All the tactics I use to psych myself up were falling short, and I felt as if I were crawling. Tumbleweeds flew across the highway, cars were racing around them, there was no sun and I just felt bad overall. I was struggling. And then I saw it – a billboard for Pistachio Land.
I was getting close. For 115 miles I had walked past billboards for Pistachio Land, reading “Home of the World’s Largest Pistachio!” and “Bigger is Always Better!” I thought back to the first one I saw, near Deming, NM, which read “We Like Big Nuts and We Cannot Lie! Alamogordo!”
At that point I gave it little thought, other than the fact that they were probably advertising too early. Alamogordo was a good 120 miles away. Now, inching along the highway and yearning for warmth, nothing seemed more important than making it to Pistachio Land.
I thought back over the last 115 miles, and couldn’t remember seeing billboards for anything BUT pistachio land. Today, the billboards were every half mile, each one more detailed and hype-inducing than the last. I started to feel a pep in my step.
“Just make it to the pistachio,” I told myself.
I saw the trees first – a beautiful snow-dusted orchard behind a white fence. I could make out a few pistachios clinging to branches, what I assumed were the last of the season. I pictured them as cute little alien-like critters warm in their shells as they hung on for dear life. The Pistachio Land building was coming into view, red on my side and covered in signage for pistachios, ice cream, and novelty gifts. Then, after a few more steps, I could see it shining behind the flags – the world’s largest pistachio.
It was truly massive. It sat on a small stand with a plaque naming its superlative of size. The pistachio is dedicated to Thomas Michael McGinn, founder of Pistachio Tree Ranch, who “dreamed big” and would have said “this monument is not big enough!” Respect, Tom, respect.
I walked into Pistachio Land to find every kind of pistachio imaginable- candied, sour, savory. It was warm inside with friendly folks, and was everything I needed to get through the rest of the day. I picked out pistachio brittle and margarita flavored pistachios, and went on my way.
It may seem like a run-of-the-mill roadside attraction, but Pistachio Land was so much more for me. Pistachio Land was arriving at a destination, the closing of a chapter, after days and miles of anticipation. It was seeing a small town and it’s pride. It was a history lesson and the chance to learn about Tom McGinn and his dream to go big. It was realizing that all the billboards were in fact honest and true in their hype. It was a break from my first real winter day, a moment of comfort.
The sweet satisfaction of pulling pistachio brittle out of my teeth lasted the rest of the afternoon. I made it to my destination that afternoon tired but grateful for a pocket full of nuts.
8 thoughts on “Pistachio Land”
This was a very well written post. I am enjoying your journey! I met you at a gas station in Catalina Arizona.
Hey Brandon! Good to hear from you. Thanks for your comment, and thanks for the snacks back in Catalina! Hope you’re well 😊
Thank you for walking and for the pistachio post! Very fun!
I’m grateful and I wish you all good things as you travel.
Please let me know how I may contribute to your efforts.
Thanks for your comment and support. I am grateful just to know you’re following along!
I’ve been there, too! A coworker and I were going to a client site and saw the signs. Pistachio heaven! When we got there, we struck up a conversation with one of the gals that work there, who offered us a wine tasting. She paired each wine with different pistachios and then towards the end of the tasting, she poured one of the wines over ice cream. This was several years ago and to this day, we rave about wine over ice cream with a side of pistachio nuts.
WOW great experience!!! They we’re definitely friendly folks in there. If it had been a little warmer I’d have gone for the ice cream, too 😊
Hannah, Great story! 1000 miles! Just had an interview with Yucca Valley TV and we talked about your journey. You continue to inspire! I will be sure to visit Pistachio Land when I am passing that way.
Oh Hannah, I loved reading this. 😊. It’s been a month since that day and I hope you’re well. It was a pleasure to meet you at that KOA near Las Cruces and chatting in the laundry room. Blessings and peace~