by Gwagwagwe
As we left the six rivers area, the daily temperatures were only reaching 45 degrees, we left early in the morning so we could travel the endless highway south through California before those 50 million takers got up to crowd the roads. We hit LA and headed east. Our first night spent on the banks of the Salton sea (the largest man made sea). We spent the day in awe at the magical pinks and oranges, each sand hill reflecting the light in a myriad of colors. The birds were everywhere, our first pelican meeting and we danced and exchanged stories on the sea shore. The heat was intense, and we loved every moment. But, where's the wood for our fuel, the free fresh water, the wood for our warmth as the nightly temperatures drop well below freezing. Nowhere, so we kept moving. We traveled into Arizona, and watched the cactus prairies change density and color, we watched the sand dunes rise and fall, we watched the mountains rise and fall as we traveled toward the edge of the horizon to discover what our future has to offer. We traveled across New Mexico, and crossed over into Texas. Still no trees for warmth and fuel, so of course we kept going until we reach a bison supporter on the LS border.
We set up the village on their 150 acres, an went exploring into the cypress and sweet gum swamps, the thorns pulling at every extremity, but the beauty was well worth a little blood. We traveled into the town of Marshall, where we gave them our usual "out of work, homeless" routine, and Walla, food stamps and food bank the very same day. Our days were spent cleaning up horse stables, clearing brush, and speaking with this new set of gods, this new community of life. All was well, plenty of food, fuel, and warmth, each day 65 degrees, and besides one wrathful lightning storm, Kaila the god of all weather blessed us.
Our supporters killed two deer, and we got to work both hides, and they will soon be turned into clothing for the bisons, so we may feel the heat of the deer people spirit flow through us. One bison visited an craft fair where she learned the art of arrowhead creation, and we spent two wonderful weeks playing with little Daniel, sharing a little of our vision with the next generation. All was well, but after a time we felt our presence was increasing the stress of our group of supporters, so after finding out that the state parks of LS, are only one dollar per person per night we had to go find so funds. Gwagwagwe was offered a forty hour work week for ten buck an hour (his minimum wage limit, and maximum hour limit) in Oklahoma, so of we went, and here we sit. Luckily we had some supporters in Okla., so when the arctic front hit us, we were inside, but that's part of the next story. For now, were off to Louisiana, to spend some time with the gators.