Musk and Sanders in Vermont: four days without rockets or tweets

Published on June 12, 2026 | Translated from Spanish

A story that shouldn't be fiction...

Elon Musk and Bernie Sanders spent four days on a Vermont farm. No electricity, no networks, no capitalism or socialism. Just cows, land, and manual labor. The chosen location is no coincidence: Vermont makes Musk uncomfortable and is Sanders' natural territory. A forced leveling experiment between two opposite poles.

A green field in Vermont, two rustic men milking cows next to a wooden barn, without technology or political symbols.

🧑‍🌾 Elon Musk and Bernie Sanders. Four Days on a Vermont Farm

Elon Musk and Bernie Sanders. Four days on a Vermont farm. No electric cars. No Twitter. No capitalism or socialism. Just land, cows, and manual labor. 🐄

❓ Why Vermont

Because it is Sanders' natural territory and the place that makes Musk most uncomfortable. No technology, no markets, no rockets. Vermont is exactly the opposite of Musk's mental universe: slow, analog, communal, cold. Placing him there is in itself a leveling gesture. And because Vermont farms have something brutally democratic: they don't care who you are. The cows still need milking. 🌾

⚡ The First Day: The Clash of Realities

Musk arrives in a Tesla. There is something involuntarily comical about seeing an electric Tesla parked in front of a 19th-century wooden barn. Sanders is already there, in rubber boots, as if he had spent his whole life on farms, which probably isn't the case but he hides it better. The farmer hosting them, a sixty-year-old man named Dale who doesn't use social media and doesn't exactly know who his guests are, explains they need to get up at five-thirty. Musk asks if there's Wi-Fi. Dale looks at him. He says no. Musk looks at his phone. No signal. Sanders smiles for the first time that day. 📵

🐮 The Second Day: Hands in the Dirt

At five-thirty, both are in the barn. Neither slept well. The farm's bunk beds are designed for functionality, not comfort. Dale teaches them to milk. Musk, who has built rockets and self-driving cars, can't coordinate the movement for ten minutes. A cow looks at him with an expression that can only be described as disappointment. Sanders, surprisingly, gets it first. He has spent decades talking about manual workers, and for once his body backs up the rhetoric. Musk, genuinely competitive in everything, tries with a concentration disproportionate to the situation. When he finally succeeds, he celebrates with an intensity that makes Dale laugh. Sanders says, unable to help himself: "Congratulations. You've created something you can't automate or take to Mars." Musk laughs. It's a real laugh, not a PR one. That is the first human moment. 🥛

🗣️ The Second Day Conversation: The Real Disagreement

In the afternoon, while planting potatoes, they have the conversation they've been having for years on Twitter, but this time without an audience. Musk says Sanders doesn't understand how wealth is created, that without risk and incentive there is no innovation, that perfect equality is the fastest path to collective mediocrity. Sanders says Musk doesn't understand what it's like to have no safety net, that his genius wouldn't exist without the public infrastructure that supports it, that there are people working in his factories who can't afford a doctor. Both are partly right. Both are partly wrong. But this time, with their hands in the dirt and no cameras, neither is performing for anyone. It's a real disagreement between two real people. And that, paradoxically, is much more productive than any televised debate. 🥔

👨‍🌾 The Third Day: Dale Does the Work Without Knowing It

During dinner, Dale talks about his farm. About how he inherited it from his father. About how he almost lost it twice, once due to a price crisis and once due to a health problem that nearly ruined him. He speaks without drama, with the matter-of-factness of someone who has lived through difficult things and processed them. He says what saved him the first time was a cooperative of local farmers who helped each other. And what saved him the second time was a state health program that wasn't perfect but existed. He also says what allowed him to modernize part of the farm was a loan he could repay because the business grew. He doesn't know that he has just described, in a single story, exactly the middle ground between what his two guests advocate. Musk and Sanders look at each other for a moment. Neither says anything. 🍽️

🌌 The Third Night: The Unexpected Conversation

Without anyone planning it, they both end up sitting outside, looking at the Vermont sky, which without light pollution is generous with stars. Musk, who constantly thinks about Mars, looks at the sky with his usual obsession. Sanders asks him, with genuine curiosity and no irony, why Mars. What is there that isn't here. Musk takes a while to answer. He gives an answer that isn't the usual one from interviews. He says he is terrified that everything is in one place. That the fragility of having only one option keeps him awake. Sanders listens. He says he understands that fear. That it's exactly what he feels when he thinks about an economy where everything depends on a few people. Both fall silent, looking at the stars. It's the same fear. Expressed in opposite directions. ✨

👋 The Fourth Day: The Farewell

Musk leaves first. The Tesla starts silently on the dirt road. Dale says goodbye with a simple gesture. Before leaving, Musk shakes Sanders' hand. He tells him, with an awkwardness that suggests he means it: "You're right about more things than I'd admit in public." Sanders replies: "You too." 🤝

🔄 What Changes

Three weeks later, in an interview, Musk is asked about Sanders. He starts to say the usual thing. He stops mid-sentence. He says something different: "I think we worry about the same things. We just don't trust each other's methods." The interviewer doesn't know what to do with that answer. Sanders, when he reads about it, simply says: "That's the smartest thing I've ever heard him say." 🎙️


🧑‍🌾 Dale, in Vermont, milks his cows at five-thirty as every day. He doesn't know that unintentionally, unknowingly, for three days he was the best political mediator of the year. The cows still don't care about any of this. And they are probably right. 🐮✨