Rainbow Gathering 2009 in the Jemez Mountains NM was biblical. I was 19 and It was the craziest shit I had ever experienced. I went with four of my brothers, and if it hadn’t been for one of my good friends, are asses would have seriously been in some shit (thanks and love to birdie always <3). We had little direction on anything when getting on the mountain. The whole way up all you see are a bunch of crazy, cool hippies EVERYWHERE. The whole feeling was euphoric. We parked and set up camp SEVEN miles from where the gathering was taking place. Now you may be thinking, seven miles? That ain’t shit. Well I’ll tell you that in 30 degree weather with rain and wind, it’s a whole different story that can last a lifetime when you’re living it. We were riding up in ninety degree weather. I was rockin a tank top and shorts with no intention of having a jacket. No one did. We only realized this way too late. It had just started to get cold and dusk was coming on strong, it would have taken us hours to get back to our campsite. So I start walking around checking things out, and I run into one of my good friends. Who thankfully had an extra tent. She saved our asses man. It would have been a cold night. I had just taken some bunk X and was really starting to feel it. I ended up crashing out that night, only to have my friends sister bring in a bag of oatmeal cookies with mushrooms. I’ll NEVER forget it.
Life for me, has not been the same since.