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 agreeably went along. We socialized nicely. During this period, hippies were friendly, willing to share, and trustworthy. We became good friends. I spent several days on the summit overlooking Lake Pond O’Reille with a dog named ‘Buddy’, meditating, singing, and squeezing as hard as I could to break into the ethereal realm. Buddy just sat there.