Slate: Hearing the knock, knock of simple percussion among the sounds of nature, I feel prehistoric.

Eugene Douglass: You hear the Buddhist bells. It’s time to meditate. So I was meditating, trying to get into a healthy frame of mind. And I thought about the road here and about the trucks that they used to transform this place. Turning seawater into hydrogen; fueling hydrogen fuel cells that ran the trucks; that omitted freshwater; and greened the area surrounding the road we took. And now I feel more at one with the way. 

Tong: I’m with you, brothers. Come mountain biking with us. We are going up to the crest of one of these hills.

Slate: Yeah, we’re coming.