In pursuit of Shasta's reach we met the heart-hearth-in-a-heart camp, a gift from the unknown, now a base from which to meet with some magical denizens in the City below. Shasta craggy spine shields us from fires on the far side we could smell while the unknown expressed sacred geometry into the soil of our camp!
Steven's cousin Bob and excellent friend Sue have a mini-RV they use to do adventures. Bob built a airplane hanger that he lives in w/ his plane. We talked about consciousness, acceptance, UFOs and Sue's indigenous roots, at Sue's house behind the MERCANTILE store she handed off to her sons recently.
Kari drove us in her convincingly watermelon-painted car to a swimming spot in the Willamette river, where we ate blueberries. Kari explained the history of a community of trees in the woods there. A community of Chickens have a good life in the front porch yard of Kari's realm, hearing her teach me a piano figure.
Ezair teaches world-of-computer-game modules to fans of her artwork between attendings to service-dog-in-training, Fern. Ezair and Alex's marvelous creation, the cannoli and espresso mobile, waits patiently in the driveway for it's next assignment. Andrea and Steven made use of their minivan caravan bedrooms.
Our campground was something B-4 we got there, a lovely hike in the woods featured toning, yoga and cosmic philosophy. The state park powers constructed a theater by the toilets, just in case. Good idea!!!
At Enlightened Communication with Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence Ranch we watched dozens of bright mystery, points-of-light and flashes, in the sky and on the giant mountain right there to see. Nightvision ORBs, baby Sasquatch footprints, the girl with three I's and friend worked sound healing crystals on me.