Dave -
a friend of mine encountered
a hippy colony high in
the Blue Ridge Mountains
The hippies were recluse from
St John University.
They stayed there from
March to May surviving
the cold weather in tents of
plastic + blankets.
During the day they read Plato
out loud. At night they screwed.
When we went to find them
we had learned that they departed
for the hollowed bullshit of
St Johns. They left behind
a wooden road marker
in many painted bright
colors, the plastic covering of
their tents, and a
bucket which we used
to get water from
the stream near the spot
where we stayed.
Kit