Rainbow Gathering Comes to our National Forest
Thursday, August 5th, 2010Historic Site Cleaned by Rainbows
A backpack guitar, matted yellow hair stuffed under a ball cap, and life-filled eyes behind thick frames made this dude an atypical hitch-hiker. I pulled over.
“Headed to your National Forest to pray for peace and welcome soldiers home from foreign wars,” this Jim Morison-looking kid said. This was certainly a unique hitch-hiking presentation, “Hop in.”
Apparently the young lad had hitch-hiked from Seattle under the “Good grace of God and people everywhere.” He was certainly self-sufficient with a small Coleman stove strapped to his belongings, a pair of walking sneakers, and a spirited determination to guide him a long.
I pulled the pickup over at my drive, “Sorry man, last stop I offered.”
“If I’m within 10 miles brother, I can walk” he replied jumping out from the bed of the truck. “You should visit us to share a meal and sing some music.” We waived farewell and for a moment I was envious of this dude’s simple lifestyle and maybe a part of youth I’ve lost? I decided a visit was in order.
Three days later some friends and I arrived at the end of a National Forest road and found a colorful sign high in the trees, “Welcome Home.” For some odd reason I was taken aback, after all, I was the guy standing on native ground but decided to let go of proprietary inclinations when I then saw my Jim Morrison buddy cleaning debris from several riverside fire rings.
“Hey guys, welcome home, we’re cleaning up these fire rings and making one, less mess and more communal.” This rainbow was all right with me and with a sweep of his hand he led us to the trail head and began explaining the basic tenets of a Rainbow Gathering.
1. We pray for peace and soldiers
2. We believe gathering on public land is our right granted under the Constitution of the United States and in the minds of our forefathers.
3. Welcome Home
Our guide then radioed us in to “Rainbow Headquarters?” and described our group as “family.” I supposed this routine was a result of pressure from the National Forest Service or Fish and Game employees. Our walk meandered by dry stream beds and gentle ferns brushed our legs as we passed. The silence was eerie. Maybe I expected drums and partially clad dancers in tie-dye clothes?
To the historic site next episode…..
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The coming of fall in the Mt. Washington Valley marks a time of change. I’ve located my winter slippers, most of my firewood is split and stacked, and slipping towards October has allowed me to reflect upon the oncoming winter. Of course there will be additional chores such as turning over the vegetable garden, putting plastic on the north facing windows, and cleaning out the flu of the wood stove.


