After showing us around her property, Sue decided to continue the journey with Michel and his band. She seemed headed out for an indeterminate length of time and extended me the opportunity to stay at her cabin. She even provided a letter of introduction to her husband, should he arrive back from New York. I was slightly disappointed to not have any company as Alison decided to return to her boyfriend’s house a few miles up the road. I was consoled by the beautiful setting I was to enjoy for the next few weeks. The vistas were incredible, the garden was producing, hens were laying more than a dozen eggs a day, the pantry was stocked and a deal had been worked with a neighbor to exchange extra eggs for fresh milk. There was even a stock of toilet paper in the outhouse. Even lacking company, it seemed I may have entered a heavenly abode. Shortly Sue headed out and I walked Alison to her home and met Lance who was in charge of erecting a homespun community center. He extended an offer to come over at any time and engage in the neighborhood project.
It was a blessing to be able to stay for a time in a place where all my physical needs were accounted for. I even had a supply of tobacco to make possible that habit. There was a supply of interesting books. While here I perused “The Tibetan Book of the Dead” and “ I Ching’” I found a stash of coins and threw a hexagram producing 8. Pi / Holding Together [union]. These books provided me with much to contemplate. Additionally, the surroundings inspired two artistic projects, one of which is yet to be completed. But much creative energy was imparted that I was able to export with me. For the next ten days, I was afforded the opportunity to have a mostly solitary retreat, interspersed with small workings on the community center. This was most certainly a "Mountain High."