A Change Of Plans — October, 1974 Going to Alaska was out of the question without a truck. So instead, I made plans to head to Peru, South America in search of “The Brotherhood of the Seven Rays.” I felt … Continue reading →

Apple Time — September–October, 1974 The orchard encompassed nearly 400 acres with at least 45 workers. An odd lot at that—Indians, school teachers, hippies, Hindus, and even a few rednecks. We mostly got along. The seven weeks working on the … Continue reading →

Vancouver, British Columbia — August–September, 1974 Zach and Pat were going to pick apples in the Okanagen Valley in British Columbia, but apple season wouldn’t start for another three weeks. I needed more money and agreed to meet them at … Continue reading →

Hope, Idaho — July–August, 1974 A cheerful couple, Zach and Pat picked me up, this lonesome sojourner on a highway somewhere near British Columbia. They first needed to go to Hope, Idaho in the northern panhandle, so I more than … Continue reading →

Banff, Alberta, A Disembodied Archangel Michael — July, 1974 As my Dodge® truck sputtered ever upward into the Canadian Rockies, I couldn’t resist going to Banff to see for myself if the Archangel Michael really did reside over a spiritual … Continue reading →

Yellowstone Impressions — July, 1974 July 4th found me atop Mount Washburn in Yellowstone National Park, sitting among a herd of mountain goats including one Big Horn ram. They were soothed by my singing. Photos attest to this. I surely … Continue reading →

Rocky Mountain Fling — Late June, 1974 After leaving Boulder, I traveled high up into the Rockies. Parking my truck in a hidden secluded area, I prayed and sang for days hoping that my spiritual ‘Master’ would appear. How much … Continue reading →

Drawn To Boulder, A Spiritual Melting Pot — June, 1974 Not really intending to head South, I changed direction after picking up one of many hitchhikers who told me of a great spiritual festival soon to happen in Boulder, Colorado. … Continue reading →

Badlands, Black Hills, and Beyond — May–June, 1974 Spending approximately a week just slowly moseying through this exceptionally beautiful territory in south western South Dakota, I took advantage of the solitude and meditated many hours.

On The Rosebud – Jesse Eagle Elk — May, 1974 After being sternly told to leave the camp by a number of angry, envious young men, I drove on down the dirt road and noticed a man eagerly waving at … Continue reading →