We were hippies of the truest form. The only departures we made from that lifestyle were that we didn’t do drugs and we didn’t really go for the whole free love idea. It was a snowy Winter’s day in December in 1976. There were five of us in a, yes you guessed it, a VW van. It was orange, I think. Early one morning we set out from Maine with the goal of getting to New Mexico in a couple of days time. The current folk tunes were playing on the radio. The plan was to stay at the homes of friends along the route. We were on a spiritual quest and nothing was gong to stop us. There were many adventures but I will tell of the most challenging. The heater in the van broke as it was wont to do in that model. In the cold and snow. We carried on though and when it was not our turn driving, we huddled together in the back to keep warm. All of us arrived in the promised land right on time and spent weeks with the other hippies and some patient Native Americans who were kind enough to share themselves with us. It was a sacred journey.
Land of enchantment
cacti and roadrunners
three cultures united
© Carol Campbell
Rajani was the host at haibun Monday this week you can find her at:
She asked us to write about a memorable journey that we’ve undertaken. Thank you, Rajani.
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