Wasn’t that title cute. This state is incredible. Wide open. I’ve scene more God blessed landscape here than the entire east coast has to offer. I should have been writing more the past few weeks cause I’m not sure where to begin. My first stop was Devils Tower. Everyone tried to inform me that the Tower had been filmed in some famous movie. Good thing I never saw the flick. Pulling up to the tower with uniformed eyes was a travelers delight. You know all the skyscrapers filling our giant cities. Imagine if one turned to stone and the rest of the city melted away into cowboy country. The people standing on the corners transformed into trees. The roads flowing to streams and the traffic cops becoming park rangers.
I was invited to join in an Indian sweat-lodge. A white man invited me. We all sat in a flattened tepee and poured water over scalding hot rocks. Thankfully there was atleast one or two indians in the crowd, otherwise I would of feared for my life. The leading indian was an exact replica of Cheech from Cheech and Chong. He made this claim himself. I think the main reason I joined, now sad that I missed the 4th of July fireworks, was in hope that something would be smoked. It was only sage and tobacco. Both smell good but lack in hallucinations. It was a sweaty experience and I felt cleaner for my efforts.
I did meet another fellow a few years older than myself. After the ceremoniers left we commenced to make a giant pork and potatoes diner, then get filthy drunk with a high. This is when the real real spirituality began. Alchohol is great for letting people share their true emotions and talk about the Greater Power in an uninhibited manner. At one point I came across the thought of how it would feel to have created existence, set it loose, and then need to send salvation to your corrupt creation. Sometimes I’m just angry with God and feel like pondering his side of the story. Once sober I did remember how thankfull I am that God at least gave us the option to share in something. Otherwise there’d be nothing for me, and most of the time I realize that something is better.
After my experience at Devils Tower I ran into a good old fashioned American music festival. The BigHorn Mountian Festival in Buffalo Wyoming. The BigHorn Mountain Range is probably my favorite thus far. Because it’s somewhere around 100 miles from Yellowstone nobody knows about it. Except the local mountain folk. I partied for three days in a dusty old fairground with these folks and various other travelers. Danced right up in front of the stage listening to feet stomping blue grass. The sober moments where a bit strange for me. I’ve been alone on the road so long that it’s hard to be true socially. I try to be friendly and offer myself to people, but my way says lone traveler no matter what words I use. Sometimes the story sounds sad, sometimes it’s interesting for a moment, but always I’m the lone traveler. Which makes people a bit strange, atleast to me. All in all it was a great festival. At night the musicians would move into the camping area, gather around the fire with a few beers, there instruments, and just go for it. Plus I met some of the cutest girls I have scene thus far on the trip. I mean middle of america, grass roots beauty. True sweethearts. Unfortunately for me I was to much of the lone traveler to get past a hand shake and name exchange. I did catch one of the the girls peaking inside my van as she passed. It’s dark inside so she can’t see me, but I could see her gorgeous little hooded face taking a look. It drove me wild.
I stayed about four days up in the Big Horn Mountains. Saw a young buck and moose. Nora turned in a raging beast. The hair stood on her back, the depths of her vocals cords strained, and she chased both of them down with her front legs never touching the ground. Once she ran them off her nose went right back down the chipmunk hole she’d been investigating when they arrived.
I just entered Yellowstone area last night. It’s so beautiful here I can be nothing but at peace. So why I’m sitting here in a cafe being digital is beyond me. It’s time to go explore.