Into the Desert

Let me first start this entry out by saying, Woodford Reserve is one of the best damn bourbons in freaking existance. Anyway, i found Sam. After waiting over 6 hours for a ride outside one of the Navajo reservations in Sanders, AZ, we snagged a ride with Bukk Nekkid and the Indian. Despite their strange names, these two were some amazing, beautiful people from Tuscon. We rode with them for somewhere around 300 miles down to Tuscon, conversing about everything from gay rights to the revolution, and even after driving us halfway across the state, they still fed us and offered us a place to stay if we are ever again in Tuscon. Thank you both again so much, I hope you both realize how amazingly cool you are, and I hope to see you soon. After they went out of their way to drop us off at a gas station, we were waved over to a pickup being driven by a man i was sure for a split second was Jerry Garcia, back from the grave (i hope that brings no offense). It turned out that not only was he headed in our direction, but he also knew exactly where we were trying to go, which was fortunate, because we didn't. I knew only that Sam had, as of a year ago, been staying at a sustainable community outside Tubac, AZ. When I told our ride this, he replied "Oh, you must mean those Global Community kids, yeah, they're pretty much my neighbors, I even know the back way in, lets go." So we headed off, with no real certainty as to what was to come. An hour or so later, we found ourselves at the Avalon Organic Gardens, Farm, and Ranch. After a moment of consternation over who the hell we were (my e-mail had not been received, and our presence was completely unannounced) i was reunited with Talliseen (I apologize if that is a butchering), which is Sam's new name. For anyone interested, he looks and is better than ever. The Avalon farms is quite literally the coolest place i think i have ever been. For the first few hours, i made the mistake of generalizing them as a some sort of crazy jesus cult, but i quickly learned the error of my thoughts, and was able to make some very big steps in my personal understanding of the spiritual universe. I have always viewed religion as one of the most detrimental constructs that humanity has ever created, but for the first time, i was able to see a groups' collective spirituality as the glue that truly held them all together. The community is about 100 or so of the warmest, gentlest, most beautiful people i have ever met; and when i say sustainable community, i mean the only thing they haven't yet worked out is their own source of electricity, but that is in the works, and besides, they have only been in this location for two years. We stayed with them for two nights, and were able to help participate and contribute in the fields, although I'm still pretty sure that they gave us much more than we gave them. They are having a big music festival June 19th - 21st, and i recommend that you quit your job if you have to to make time to go (we will post a link with more information). This is a place to experience. After we left this morning, i felt a small emptiness in my heart, as if I had just turned my back on paradise. Luckily, my gypsy soul was lifted again by the journey ahead, and six or so rides later, we made it to Scottsdale to stay with some of Chase's friends, who have welcomed us into their home as if we were their own. Not even two weeks into the journey, and already i am happier than i have been in a long time. To everyone following our adventure, I love you, i miss you, and i will see you as soon as possible. that link for the Avalon farms is http://www.globalchangemusic.org/. check it out if you care about humanity.