Magic Meadow

Yesterday was the Harvest Moon, for those who didn't know.

There was a celebration up towards Overlook Mountain, in Magic Meadow. Given there is little to zero going on in this town after dark, we decided to go check it out. I figured it'd be harmless enough given the innocuous nature of this town so far. I was right.

We parked. We traipsed through the trail, knowing we were on the right path by the candle markers. ...and the distant sound of drums. Giggling all the way, with our flashlights in tow, we found our way to the bonfire and drum circle. Immediately, the smell of bonfire smoke and the cliche smell of Woodstock surrounded us. Patchouli and... well, you can guess....

We wandered around a bit. We stood and hippy-watched. There was a fire juggler, a hula hooper, and a guy dancing in his sleeping bag very enthusiastically. There were hippies stoned, hippies banging drums, hippies making food in the woods, hippies with videocameras, and hippies howling at the moon. Exactly as I would expect it to be. Apparently, they do this every full moon.

After about 30-45 minutes, we left having determined that we came, we saw, and it isn't all that. Maybe if you partook of the magic brownies the meadow would be more magical. Maybe. And, no, we didn't.