The Rainbow Gathering Part 3

THE RAINBOW GATHERING

PART 3

DAY 12

              I finally decided it was time to head out to the river for a swim. I took my bag of toiletries with me so I could wash up a bit, considering it'd been almost two weeks since I'd come out to the woods and had no chances to bathe. I walked a good portion of the way down the road Clue and I had taken on our first day, remembering how odd that whole experience was with him. A truck eventually rolled up and stopped next to me, asking me if I needed a ride. I thanked them as I hopped in the bed of the truck. There was someone else already in there catching a ride of his own. It was a big guy. I realized after a few seconds that it was 6-8 whom I'd met the previous day while riding with Happy. He was clearly a lot more sober this morning than he had been the previous night. His speech was much more comprehensible and he was acting a lot calmer and nicer than he had. He seemed belligerent when asking Happy for more beer, but now sounded more humble. He seemed like a nice guy once I got to know him a little bit. The guys in the truck were scouting a new place to camp, well away from the rest of the gathering, and figured they'd check towards the river. They stopped in a parking area a few yards away from the river, and I thanked them for the ride as I walked the rest of the way.

              Once I got to the place Clue and I had camped, I saw there were no tents around. I'd imagined hordes of people would have chosen this area for their camp ground, but it seemed it was too far from everything else to deemed a good place. There were, however, a few people sitting on the concrete steps that led to the water. They were sitting around a small fire on the concrete, chatting. I walked up to the group and asked if the water was nice. I wasn't sure if they hadn't heard me or if they were not interested or if something else was at play, but I got no response, and had one or two of them give me a blank look before going back to their conversation. Well, okay then...

              I walked around to the concrete boat ramp that was on the other side of a couple of trees from the group and looked around. The water was a bright copper color, almost red, and clearly see-through. I stripped down to my underwear and stepped in. The water was freezing cold. I swam out towards the middle of the river and dipped under a few times, keeping in motion to try and stay somewhat warm. The morning sun hadn't quite broken over the tree line, so it was hard to get any sunlight to help the situation. It was a magnificent feeling being in the water again. I scrubbed off layers of dirt from my legs as I floated there, taking in the beauty of my surroundings. I swam back towards the ramp and sat on it with my feet in the water. The sunlight was just making it over the trees to hit the ramp, so I was warming up nicely. As I started pulling out the soap and shampoo, a couple of families walked up with two dogs. The dogs bolted straight for the water, chasing each other. They were enjoying the water so much, I rethought my intention to spread shampoo and soap into it. I figured it was good enough to scrub myself down with just water. I packed up, got dressed, and headed back. I walked part of the way down before catching a ride with another pickup truck heading my way.

              Back at Bear Necessities, I saw a guy painting a banner for the kitchen. His name was Randsford. He was a tall guy with a shaved head and a trimmed beard. He had a few spots under his eyes, which I couldn't tell were birthmarks or not. They seemed too symmetrical to be natural, but I didn't bother asking. He was a good painter. He was taking reference from what seemed like a Native American textbook, copying the essential elements from one of the pictures. I've forgotten what he explained it all meant, but it had something to do with a people that once lived underground, and were brought out from the darkness, and into the sun. Something spiritual like that, well beyond me. It was a cool looking image, and his depiction was very stylistic. I was positively impacted by meeting him, and partly inspired and ashamed at the same time. There he was, using his gifts and abilities to enhance the kitchen he was attaching himself to, unashamedly putting forth his artistic efforts. The only one at the gathering who knew I even drew was Happy, and that was because I let it slip that I was drawing in my tent one time. Truth was I was scared of drawing in public. Putting forth the finished image is one thing, but progressing in public is somewhat crippling to me, and seeing him do it made me feel silly about it.

              Just then, there were people looking for help to blaze a trail. Main Circle had been moved to a new location, but it was on the other side of the forest. We'd have to follow the trail about a mile out to the road, go up just under a mile on the road, and then another mile into another trail, unless we cut this new trail connecting the two sites.

              I buried my thoughts of inadequacies from meeting Randsford, and offered to help. I'd done enough trail blazing of my own for my two camps, why not help with one others could use as well? I grabbed my hatchet from my camp, and met up with them by the trash kids' camp. The trash kids had set up a tree house by their hammock, and were working on a tent behind it. It seemed their numbers were growing. They had bags of collected pocket trash, poles with trash bags, and a sign or two saying things like "Give us your Pocket Trash!!" One of them offered to come along with us to help clear the trail. As we walked, I listened to a skinny young kid walking ahead of me talking about looking for a machete he could trade for. He couldn't have been older than 16. I thought how strange his attire was for the forest, with his skin tight black jeans, and his thick black leather vest, with his pointy black leather boots. It seemed awfully hot and uncomfortable for the muggy heat we were getting. Every time we stopped somewhere he'd ask if anyone knew of someone with a machete to trade, and what they'd be looking for in exchange. We followed the main trail, recruiting as many as we could along the way, and reached an area just outside of the Main Council, where the Main Circle had been held the previous few nights. We followed a trail in the opposite direction until it just sort of faded into the growth a few yards up. It seemed to zigzag, and it seemed to me it was essentially going the wrong direction. We were supposed to meet someone there who was in charge of guiding the project along, but they were nowhere to be found. The person recruiting workers went off to find him, and the black leather kid went with him. It was just me and two others, so we started clearing the trail in the direction we thought it should be going.

              I started talking to the kid from the Trash Camp. His name was Oliver. He was wearing one of those brown winter caps with the flaps over the ears, a checkered button-up shirt, brown overalls with one broken strap, and well-worn brown boots. Another set of clothes I questioned for the current weather. I asked him about the trash kids, and how all that came about. He explained that he and a couple of the others had been here a few days before anyone else showed up, and it was a beautiful site for the gathering. As soon as people showed up, they started dropping trash everywhere along the trails and paths they'd helped to make. He told me it wasn't like the other gatherings they'd been at, where people regularly pick up after themselves. People here seemed to be more apathetic about it, so he and his friends started doing something about it. Simple as that. Something that seemed to me to be such an established thing, something I thought was just done at these gatherings, was in fact something only just started, by someone who saw it needed to be done. I realized how often I found myself picking up trash from the ground and putting it in my pocket, just so I'd have something to give the trash kids when they said, "Hey, you, with the pockets! Got pocket trash?" and how good it felt to reach in and hand over a handful of papers and plastic and other assorted trash, which was met with "yea, I knew you were a good hippie, keep it up!" It hit me what a difference they were making. People knew and recognized them along the trails, people listened to what they said, and people respected them. All of this just because they picked up the trash, and encouraged people, in an amusing and fun way, to pick up after themselves.

              We cut the trail for a couple of hours, hoping we were heading in the right direction, but we didn't get very far with only three of us. Neither the recruiter nor the black leather kid had shown back up, much less whomever was supposed to be in charge of it all. We decided it was time to stop when the sun started getting low. It was almost time for Main Circle, and I still didn't know where it was, only that it was far away. I went back to camp for warmer clothes, then asked around for directions. It was a far walk, somewhere around 3 miles. I was used to it, sure, but I wasn't sure I wanted to walk 3 miles for dinner, and then 3 miles for bed. Might as well check it out anyways. It was in an area I hadn't really explored, down the "Welcome Home" trail at Mid Gate. As I passed through Mid Gate I began to see signs that read, "Main Circle this way. BRING WOOD!" When I thought I was almost there, I broke off from the trail and searched for dry wood in the bushes. I found a large, thick branch, threw it over my shoulder, and continued on the trail. I definitely wasn't as close as I thought, and it didn't help that I took a couple of wrong turns due to the signs being a little misleading. I did, however, mistakenly find out where Green & Purple Kitchen was. Hoorayyyy... I eventually made it to a clearing with about 7 people sitting around with a small pile of sticks and branches. They were in the middle of a large field of dry tall grass, with no fire pit to be seen. If we had a fire anywhere near the size of the previous Main Circles, then this wouldn't do.

              A couple of people were complaining about the new location, criticizing its lack of fire pit, lack of fire wood, how annoying the tall grass was, and about a swampy area off in the distance. That's when an old timer started explaining that the reason this was the state of the place, was because no one had yet done anything about it. One guy stood up and said he was going to look for more fire wood, another one followed him. I thought back to my conversation with Oliver, about seeing something that needed to be done, and doing it. I saw that a fire pit was needed, so I did something about it. I started tearing out the grass, forming a circle. Two or three others jumped in with me. More people started showing up with wood, and stepping in to help. We made a pile of all the tall dry grass, next to the pile of wood. We cleared the grass down to the mud, using our hands, our feet, sticks and branches, or whatever else we could use. As it began to get dark, while kitchens were still showing up, we began to build the fire. I laid down the first batch of dry grass, and people began bringing wood over, asking me where I wanted them. It came as a bit of a surprise that I was endowed with the responsibility of building the fire. I knew it wasn't a big deal at all, but the fact that complete strangers were doing any kind of work, and turning to me for leadership was something I hadn't expected at all out in the woods full of hippies. I had sudden flash backs to my time as a warehouse manager, directing laborers twice my age. It's a strange feeling when you're not expecting it at all. I asked for the smaller twigs first, then the medium sized branches. I asked one of them to help me prop up the initial teepee above the batch of dry grass. The rest were easy to add on once the initial ones were balanced. I took out my lighter, and lit the dry grass before too many branches made it unreachable. I called for more dry grass as the flames grew, and instructed people to insert it through the openings, making sure to spread it lightly so as not to suffocate the flame. We put on more and more branches, so we needed more grass. The pile we'd stocked up ran out, and I was fascinated to see people scour out to tear more grass out of the surrounding area. It was a magnificent display of collaboration which I was in the middle of, and there it was, a bon fire. Where there once was just a field and complaints of lacking, we came together and made an effective fire to warm the masses that were rolling in. It felt silly to be so proud of something so trivial, but I was. By the time the fire was done, the team had dispersed as quickly as it had formed. I heard someone yell, "ho for the fire!" and chimed in as we all shouted, "HOOOOO!!!!"


              Main Circle was exceptionally delicious that night. The mixture of flavors in the dark was intriguing and fun, distinguishing between salads, pastas, rice, and desserts. The small drum circle that formed after dinner was energetic. They fed of each other and produced wonderful beats. Once I was satisfied with the whole event, I started my way back. I almost lost the trail a couple of times in the dark, since it was so fresh. It seemed plenty of people didn't know where they were going, so the trampled grass in a couple of areas branched out in several directions. I eventually made it to Stock Pot Kitchen, so I stepped in to take a look. This seemed to be the place for the after-party. They had dug out an actual pit for their fire, with enough room for people to sit near the flames, and had set up thick logs as seating around the pit, which worked as tiered seating. There were people in the pit, on the logs, and all around the bliss pit. I found a group of people playing Magic: The Gathering behind one of the logs. I was amazed there were trading card games in the forest, and even more impressed that enough people had thought to bring them to have a 6 person game. There were a couple of guitarists in the pit taking turns with a ukulele player, and the kitchen was cooking zuzus, which were some sort of deep fried dessert. After a couple of rounds of zuzus, a few songs from the strings section, and watching a couple of games of Magic, I decided to continue the walk back to camp. It was cold out, and being next to the fire for so long was only making the sudden change worse.

              It was a bit of a miserable walk back down the road. Once I'd stepped out of the tree line, the wind was moving much more freely, and made the temperature drop considerably. I eventually made it back onto the main trail, and thought I'd check the next couple of kitchens. Mama Rocket's was completely shut down, but Bangarang was up and active. I sat down at the bliss pit with a few others. It was a much more mellow crowd here, and nowhere near as packed. There was some idle chatter happening around the fire, then one of the guys across from the flames looked at me and exclaimed that I had an epic beard. I didn't manage to get an entire "thank you" out before the guy next to me scolded him for his compliment. "What about MY beard?? You've been seeing me for days, and you've never told ME I've got an epic beard!" He did indeed have a beard, and was clearly quite drunk, but they seemed to be friends, since the other guy started laughing. "Fuck you," he retorted while laughing, "his beard is much more epic than yours!" The guy next to me turned to me and was clearly getting a closer look at my beard, saying, "fuck. He's got a point." I laughed and thanked them both for the compliments just as one of the Bangarang guys came out with a pot of fried chicken and rice. There were so few people around, that we each filled our bliss with rice and a full leg and thigh of chicken. The pot even made a second round. There was so much food. It was about that time I realized I'd lost my spoon at Main Circle. I'd had it for dinner, but by the time I made it to the rice, it was gone. I hadn't used it at Stock Pot since the zuzus were finger food, so my deductive skilled told me Main Circle was the culprit. I'd already lost my fork a few days prior, so I was utensilless by this point. Finger food it was. I scooped the rice with two fingers and my thumb, making a mess of it all, trying to catch as much food as I could back in my bliss. I didn't care. I tried to wipe my face often with my handkerchief, but I was sure I looked like a savage from how greasy the chicken was. Again, didn't care. It was delicious.

DAY 13

              The sky was gray, the day was dreary. It rained on and off all day. I felt like crap. I didn't want to get out of bed. I slept on and off for half the day. The times I wasn't sleeping, I was running to my "bathroom," and was even caught by the rain a couple of times. I read the same paragraph in my book about a hundred times, and still have no idea what I read. I couldn't focus. Eventually, sometime in the afternoon I think, I decided to go for a walk. I made it as far as HHK, which isn't far at all, and had to turn around from how dizzy I was. I was afraid I might throw up before I got back to the tent. I didn't, though, to little relief. I cracked open the few Granola bars I still had from Anonymous Artist, hoping they would help make me feel a little better. After some time laying in my tent whistling, I realized I must be feeling better, because I felt hungry. I didn't dare take the trek to a decent kitchen, so I cracked open a can of Chef Boy R Dee I had in the DragonWagon. That's when I remembered I didn't have a spoon anymore. Crap. I looked around for a substitute, and the best I had was cutting the plastic lid of a peanut can I'd gotten when I rode to town with Happy. It was messy, and awkward, and sharp. Not the ideal utensil to eat with. By the time I was done, I'd practically cut the inside corners of my mouth, and felt pretty silly about it all. I'd used the plastic "spoon" to keep myself from cutting my mouth on the ravioli can. Awesome.

              I spent a good part of the rest of the day drawing. I was inspired from my encounter with Randsford, and started allowing something different to flow on the paper. I didn't know what it was when I began it, but it eventually transformed into something. It began as a ball and a cup. Fluid rays began to emanate from it, and soon dots and circles surrounded it. From there, swirls began to flow outward, then fiery beams. It was starting to look like a rising sun. Sharp rays shot out from the beams, which were then filled it with some unstable matter. It all ended with fading circles and dots. I was pleased with it, it looked interesting, and was indirectly reminiscent of Randsford's style. I added a comet flying above the sun, then added stars of different shapes exploding all around the page, like unique snowflakes. I felt like I'd filled the page, but it didn't feel done. I wanted it to flow better. I wanted it all to show more unity, rhythm, movement. It suddenly occurred to me that I wanted it to have gravity. It was a weird thing to want on a picture of "space," but in my sickly daze, I felt I needed it. I used my pencil to draw spirals going out from each star, representing their radiating gravitaional pulls, out until they'd met another, except for the sun. The sun was the largest one there, so it would set the flow of the whole thing. Okay, so how was I going to show the pull of gravity? Light? Dark? Darkness. I wanted darkness to flow like dark matter. It would flow like a whirlpool around the sun until it got too close to a star, in which case it would get sucked in. The sun would have a farther reach and stronger pull, so darkness would be squeezed tightly when getting close to it. The final product made me seem like I was on drugs while producing it. Maybe my whole conception of it made it seem that way. I wondered how sick I'd actually been out there all alone...

              Spending the day in my tent gave me plenty of time to think about things. I wondered if I should stay at the gathering, or head out early. I figured I should at least stay for the 14th of February, since that's when everyone said was the "big day." That was only 5 days away. It wasn't terrible out there, at least not anymore. Granted I'd gotten there early, much earlier than I'd intended. I should've been there just under a week instead of just under two weeks. Things were getting better every day, and I was experiencing new things, meeting new people. I was definitely interacting with a lot more people, and on a much more personal level, than I was on my walks on the road. It was definitely a cheap way of life. Labor for food? Seemed to be working out pretty well. Cut some logs here, clear some trails there. Even getting fed on days I didn't quite feel up to doing work. Granted there was no internet, and I wasn't indoors at all, but that didn't bother me much. Everyone out there was living under similar conditions, so I didn't stand out. The people who smelled like soap seemed to be the ones who stood out, the ones with clean clothes. It was, however, difficult to keep up with drawing out there. Outdoor conditions aren't the greatest when white paper is involved. Keeping a sketchbook clean and crisp was hard work. My hands were leaving black smudges on more and more pages as I even just flipped through the book, not to mention working on a page. It was, on the other hand, good source material. Some of my costume design friends would have loved some of the people's clothes out there. It was like some post apocalyptic setting in the woods. It was inspirational. Granted, not all the people out there were the greatest to be around all the time, but how was that different from anywhere else? Every place has its own dark alleys we tend to avoid. Plus, I'd heard it time and time again that Ocala had a bad reputation as far as gatherings go, so I couldn't necessarily base my opinions on this sole experience. I wondered if the next gathering at A-cola would be any better if I did take Happy's offer to travel with him and Tim. Traveling with Tim would be rough. Really rough. Happy would be okay, but I didn't know about Tim. The Cosmic Wonder...

              As it got dark, and I settled in to try and get some more sleep, I realized it was February 9th, and it was Mum's birthday. I'd have to get to wifi or a phone soon.

DAY 14

              It was gray out again, and the rain was come and go. I was feeling better than the previous day, but still not 100%. It was officially the fifth day into the gathering, and, as I was walking around, I had to admit to myself that it was losing its appeal. Maybe the weather was getting to me, or maybe it was my sickness from the day prior. Maybe the repetition of things that were new were getting to me. We had four days to go before the big day. The food was definitely a very good quality of the gathering, and a very appealing one, but there seemed to be a lot of aggression around. It may have had something to do with all the cops that were constantly patrolling up and down the dirt roads, "6 up!" was heard constantly up and down the trails. People seemed aggravated by their presence, likely because so many of them were involved in illegal activities. I didn't mind them patrolling, but, then again, I wasn't doing anything illegal.

              I made it over to Bare Necessities Kitchen. The coliseum was coming together. They had set up tall posts in a large semicircle around the bliss pit, in front of the kitchen. A couple of those posts already had tarps backing them, with a couple of benches under them. There was still lots of work to do. I busied myself helping to build some of the benches around the bliss pit for a good portion of the day. We would bury four medium logs about knee high at the corners of the bench, put two long logs connecting the two front corners and the two back corners, then spanned the distance with short medium branches for seating. It was a lot of cutting and a lot of lashing. It was slow tedious work, but it was getting done.

              As the sun began getting low, I went back to camp to get warmer clothes on. I remembered the temperature drop on the road from the last time I was walking back from Main Circle, so I prepared accordingly. I was thankful I would get some decent food, since the previous day was pretty much just a can of ravioli. I thought about it for a second, and realized that I really was thankful for the food. I'd thought it several times already. The meals were something that kept their appeal the whole way through, while other experiences kept getting monotonous. I wanted to let the people serving the food know that I was thankful. I wanted to say thank you to each and every one of them, so I wrote it on my bliss. It was see through plastic, so rather than have sharpie ink on the inside of the container, I wrote it underneath, backwards, so it read from the inside. This made me happy.

              At Main Circle, I helped build the fire again. I didn't lead it like I had the previous time, but that was just fine with me. I was just happy to do my part. By the time we circled up, it was dark out. Several kitchens were serving, but not all of them had flashlights. The ones that did have them were the few that were able to see the "Thank You" on my bliss. Some laughed, some thanked me back, some said "you're welcome," and generally everyone had a positive reaction to it. I couldn't stop smiling, even though no one could see it in the dark. After dinner, I stopped by Stock Pot again. There were plenty of people there who had spilled over from Main Circle. There was one guitarist who would play sporadically. I sat and stared at the fire as some girl in front of me spoke to some other guy about what bullshit college was, and education in general. They discussed the conspiracies of student debt, the futileness of joining the workforce, and how corporations run the government. They were well spoken, and sounded well educated. I believed the girl to be a college dropout, likely due to the reasons she had been expressing to him.

              I started to hear rumors of a rave happening down at the river, and it peaked my interest. There was something new. There were a few people getting together to head over in a van, so I went over and asked if they had room for one more. They counted bodies, and told me it'd be a tight squeeze. I told them that if they were okay with it, so was I. So, the quest to the rave began. I was suddenly amongst a group of nerds, and it was delightful. We joked about our little quest being in league with Lord of the Rings. We must get to the rave! They were naming each other as characters from the movie, and I was dubbed Gimli the dwarf, apparently for the beard. The girl whose van we were taking was Frodo, and one guy who was lagging behind was dubbed Smeagol. We stuffed ourselves into the van. Smeagol and I opened the hatchback, and rode with our legs dangling out the back. It was our mission to not allow any of the copious amounts of gear and random items in the back to fall out, and it was quite a task. Between the bumps, and the sudden stops and accelerations, our containment skills were tested well. We finally arrived at the river, and made it to the rave. It might have been the creepiest thing I'd ever seen. There was a van with a turntable set up in front of it, with a couple of laser lights aimed at the crowd. The crowd was dispersed along the loop that lead to the steps and boat ramp. The lights were just enough to make everyone look uniform. A few people were slowly walking around like panthers stalking their prey, while most of them stood as still as statues, not moving a muscle except for their bobbing heads. That's what made it the creepiest thing. The bobbing heads on statuesque bodies made it seem as if the crowd was possessed, in some kind of trance. No one was dancing. No one was moving. I could count the amount of girls out there on one hand, and that was being generous to some. This rave was clearly not for me. I caught the next ride out back to camp.

DAY 15

              I woke up in a sweat. It was a sunny hot day. Sunny? I pulled the tarp back from my tent and saw the bright blue sky which I hadn't seen in a few days, and it was glorious. In the distance I heard the echoes of people shouting, "DAYBALLL!!!" and, "DAYYYYYYBALL!!" and, "DAY-BAAAAALL!!!" It was great not to have a dreary, gray, rainy day for a change. Okay, it had only been two days of gray skies, but it'd felt like a week. I spent part of the morning drawing the second version of Happy's chariot. I decided that at some point in the day I'd have to go into town and connect to some wifi so I could wish Mum a happy belated birthday. Two days was too late. I finished the drawing, and tracked down Happy to see what he thought.

              I looked for him in his camp, but he wasn't there. I tried his RV, but he was out. Finally I tried Bear Necessities, and there he was, talking to a kid named Jake about his guitar. Happy was now carrying a walking stick with a bell on it, which he explained kept the bad spirits away. I showed him the drawing for his RV, and he loved it. It had the names of the towns for the gatherings, the coliseum that Bear Necessities was building, the kitchen, palm fronds to commemorate Ocala, the names of people involved in the kitchen, his friends, and even a dragon to mark my signature. He showed it off to Baloo and the rest of the kitchen staff, who seemed thrilled to see their kitchen depicted in a drawing. There were still a couple of changes Happy wanted to make, but overall he was pleased. Once the excitement died down, I asked if he was planning on heading in to town, and he said he was, but he was waiting for Tim. Crap, here it goes again, waiting for Tim, knowing he'll never show. I decided to wait it out again. Happy went back to talking to Jake, and asked if he could tune his guitar back at the RV. Jake obliged, so off they went, and I followed. Happy had apparently recently acquired a digital tuning device which he was unfamiliar with, and Jake happened to know how to use it. I've forgotten what the name of the device was, but it was supposedly the most accurate device to tune by these days.

              When Jake done tuning the guitar, Happy changed the conversation to "shiny rocks." Jake's eyes widened, "you have shiny rocks?" Happy threw his arms up, exclaiming, "oh boy, do I?!" Then it got a little strange in my opinion. I've never been exposed to any rock hobbyists, but the gathering seemed to be teeming with them. Shiny rocks seemed to be some sort of currency out there, since so many people held them in such high regard. Some believed them to have healing properties, others stated they were good for "grounding" you, while others just seemed to like their shininess. Happy was showing off his peacock feathers. He'd pull out a heavy bag, filled with big gray rocks, and Jake would marvel over each one. Sometimes Jake would classify them, categorize them by types, or even call them by their "street names," and other times he'd just marvel at their mysterious natures. Happy would watch him with delight, then rush back into his RV, saying something like, "oh but wait..." He'd come out with a fishing tackle box, filled with an assortment of stones in each little compartment and Jake would be astounded by each little pebble. Happy went back in and pulled out a cardboard box filled with black stones, then a small sack of see-through rocks, then another cardboard box of beige stones. It seemed orgasmic to them. Jake would "ooh" and "aah" while Happy giggled and whooped, clapping his hands in delight. Happy had seemingly saved the best for last, because he came out of the RV one final time with a tiny decorative box which seemed like it would hold a jewel inside. He opened it and exposed a milky white smoothly rounded pebble which was somewhat see-through. Jake gently pulled it out of the padded box and held it up, looking at the sunlight going through it. Happy wanted to go to the trade circle and trade these stones for better stones so he could then take them to the National Rainbow Gathering and get even better trades. Seemed kind of cyclical to me, but I guess if that's what you like... Happy seemed to respect Jake's knowledge of stones and rocks, so he was hoping for guidance in the trade circles. Jake said he'd be more than happy to help, so they got ready to head out. I could see my ride into town fluttering away, so I decided to head out on my own.

HEADY TRADE - a trade where something of value was acquired, or something of value for trade.

SHINY - nice, cool, interesting, valuable, or just shiny...

              I got ready to head out to Front Gate to hopefully get a ride into Ocala which was about 30 or 40 miles away. As I was reaching Mid Gate, I came across Miguel whom I'd met a few days earlier. I remembered he was the guy who had read my blog and told me lots of people knew about me. He introduced me to the girl he was walking with, Katie. She was his girlfriend, and had just arrived at the gathering. She told me she was also keeping up with my blog, and I was flattered. I thanked them both for reading it, and was glad they seemed to be enjoying it. I told them I hoped to see them at Main Circle that night, but for the time being I was headed into town. They wished me luck as we parted ways. They headed down to the main trail, and I kept going towards Front Gate. Part of the way down, I managed to get a ride to the end of the road from a guy driving a van. He didn't have room inside, but he offered up his bumper to stand on. I grabbed on to the railing on the roof of the van and off we went. A little ways past Front Gate we saw another guy on his way to the road, so he stood on the bumper next to me. The driver stopped at the last curve before the hardtop road, and warned us that there was usually a cop stationed at that intersection, so this was as far as he would take us. We thanked him for the ride, and walked to the intersection.

              The other guy's name was Choo-Choo, and he was also looking for a ride in to Ocala. He apparently had to show up for some court date for some alteration that had occurred before coming into the gathering. We waited there for a while, and a couple of cars came in and out, but one had no room, and the other was headed in another direction. We didn't wait too much longer before a girl drove up alone in her car. She seemed to know Choo-Choo. She was apparently headed to Tampa, but didn't mind going through Ocala to drop us off. We got in the car. Her name was Annie, and she'd just broken up with her boyfriend at the gathering, or he had broken up with her, I wasn't sure. She decided to leave and go back to Tampa to get some work. She and Choo-Choo engaged in some idle chatter for the 30 minute ride. We passed over the bridge where I'd met Bonnie from Above the Rail Magazine and the side of the road where I'd met the first Ron who asked me if I was here for the gathering. We passed the spot where my second tire had popped and I met the second Ron who had asked me about the Rainbow Family. We passed the Burger King where I'd met the third Ron who'd asked me if I was one of the Rainbow people. We eventually got to a McDonald's in Ocala where she dropped us off. I gave her directions to the interstate from there, and off she went.

              The very moment I stepped into the McDonald's, I realized just how dirty I'd become out in the woods. Stepping from outdoors to indoors suddenly allowed me catch my own aroma, and realize just how much dirt I'd accrued. I went into the bathroom, and stepped into the handicap stall. I was amused by the sudden difference from being outside to inside. The AC felt strange, dry. The lights felt strange, and the cleanliness of the floors and walls were too noticeable, they stood out to me. I enjoyed sitting on the toilet, rather than crouching over a hole in the ground. I took full advantage of that. Then, most surprising of all, was the mirror. I hadn't seen my own reflection in a pretty long while, and it caught me off guard at first. I had to stare for a second to register my facial features again. You'd think I hadn't been in a bathroom in five years, but these were the reactions I had in the moment of it all. I washed my hands, and the smell of the soap was extremely potent to me, almost repugnant. I finished in the bathroom, and went to the counter to order some food.

              I sat down in one of the booths, and got busy trying to get hold of Mum to wish her a happy birthday. She was just one her way to a doctor's appointment, and asked if I could Skype after it. It would take her about an hour or so, so I figured I'd wait. I had plenty of stuff to catch up on with Facebook. As I was going through way too many notifications, Choo-Choo sat down next to me. He started talking about his rock collection. He too had shiny rocks. He pulled out a rock, and told me it was a tiger's eye, and that he'd gotten it on a heady trade with someone at the Rainbow Gathering in Maine. He then pulled out a white rock, told me it was an opal, and had traded a less shiny opal for it. This went on until his collection was meticulously laid out on my table at McDonald's. He'd told me what each one was, how he'd gotten it, and why he liked it. He then told me which was his favorite, his second favorite, and why. He asked me which one of them was my favorite. I looked at them and told him I liked the way the black one with red veins looked. He explained again what it was and how he'd gotten it. He then asked me what shiny rocks I had. When I told him I had none, he seemed bewildered, so he gave me a kick down. He gifted me one of his white opals. I thanked him, but told him I had nothing to give, much less shiny rocks. He told me it was okay, but that I really needed to get some shiny rocks. I asked if I could take a photograph of his collection, just because it felt so strange to have someone do this in the middle of a fast food restaurant. He allowed me to take the photo, then put away his collection and got his own booth on the other side of a wall, assuring me that he'd be right around the corner if I wanted to chat.

              Once the hour passed I got on Skype and got into a conversation with Mum and Papi. It was great to finally talk to them, "face to face." I wished her a happy belated birthday again, and assured them both I was okay, alive and well. I did my best to describe what I could of the gathering without worrying them too much about the people out there. It was hard to put it all into a concise description. I explained how I'd been camping out there, and how I was hiding my wagon well. I described my interactions with Happy and the Bear Necessities Kitchen. I assured them I was eating well and not starving. I tried to explain what Main Circle was and how everyone called each other "family." I'm not sure that last one struck the right chord. Mum told me she was glad I'd found my new family, and that I was so happy there. I tried to explain that I didn't consider these people my family, but I'm not sure if I mended the situation. They asked me how I'd be getting back to the gathering. I hesitated for a second, not wanting to leave them worried that I had no way of getting back. I'd known that coming out, it was no surprise, but I tend to take on one problem at a time. I didn't want to lie to them and say I had some sort of ride when I didn't, so I told them, "therein lies the next adventure." When they realized I was putting off starting my way back so I could talk to them, they rushed to say good bye, and wished me luck on my way back. I hoped they wouldn't worry as much as I imagined they would. The sun was starting to set, it'd be getting dark soon, and I'd have 30 miles to go, somehow, before getting back to my tent and all of my supplies.