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When I Left the Commune

Once I was a bonafide hippie. I was told I had to write a total of 60 characters. Oops, I've exceeded the limit.

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I left the commune. Left my '64 Dodge Dart there too, which is the reason I hitchhiked out of Fat City, on the banks of the Klamath River near the California/Oregon border. In California the mountains are called The Siskiyous, but once across the border they become The Cascades. It was a good time up there, fly fishing, mostly naked, no electricity. We had a tank of cold water which was filled by a creek behind the shack. Pipes were wrapped around a smaller tank, which had been heated by our woodstove and in turn they heated the water. When it was hot enough, a dozen or so of us would file into a cement floor room for our monthly shower.

Before I left, a gypsy had given me a set of three wooden elephants for good luck. She assured me that "Geminis have good luck and fortune while traveling." I knew I was blessed right then. Hours later, now on the road, I got to Sacramento and found a small Motel 6. It had a little coffee shop and I had 16 cents--just enough for an iced tea. I noticed a couple watching me, but they left and I thought nothing of it. After I paid for the drink, they show up told me they had rented a room for the night, but had to leave and asked, "would you want it?" They'd left 2 sandwiches, a lemonade and a chocolate milk.

Later on, I told my dad about all of this. I thought he'd be proud. He was not proud; and in disgust said, "Lord, my mother was so proud of our first non wood burning stove."

I made it to Los Angeles, Interstate 405 to the Ventura Freeway. I realized I'd encountered some angels along the way, human and non. Coincidentally, as I walked onto Ventura Fwy, my mother was right there! She was coming home from work. I was nervous, but sunburned and relieved to see her. She yelled at me for my "Boy Scout shoes and ugly clothes" and then, "My God !". She had spotted my new nose ring, and I was reeking of patchouli oil.

To the G~ds I'm happy to have popped into life in the land of the free.