Last weekend, Thespian, his faithful hound Mango, and I took a bit of a road trip--about three hours on 101 through Marin and Sonoma counties, passing the odd but quaint towns of Ukiah and Willits, then past Laytonville, up and down an unpaved road to acres of private land with signs demanding a 5 mph speed limit, to get to the homegrown entrance and beauteous invite-only hippie commune campgrounds of Turtle Creek Ranch.
I hadn't been camping in eons--and certainly not since leaving Maui--but the grounds were so awe-inspiring, inundated with Hindu shrines, an art gallery, a dance floor with gargantuan projection screens and DJ booth where DJ Cheb i Sabbah spun later that night, a lounge for tea, yoga and conversation, and lots o' lovely hippie-type folk.
After Thespian successfully built an impressive love den (he's such a Cancer) in our REI tent, we dined on communal Indian fare and later connected our kundalini shakras and reached ananda down by the river...
Uh, can I get a ommmm...?
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