Kundalini and the Art of Being ... 1traveling. At her house she served me up a large helping of hot,
homemade lasagna.
As I was about to say goodbye and continue hitchhiking, she
remembered that a friend of hers was actually headed to Twisp in
about an hour, and was stopping by her house first. I could probably
just hop a ride with him, if I didn’t mind waiting. Though I felt a little
impatient to get to my destination, something told me to take the
ride; besides, it would probably be quicker than taking my chances
hitching.
She had a few cherry trees in the back, and told me I could pick
as many cherries as I wanted while I waited. She gave me a paper
bag, and I went around to the orchard behind her house to fill it with
sweet, juicy cherries. Eventually her friend showed up, who was go-
ing to Twisp to run an errand. He was more than happy to give me
a ride.
On the way to Twisp, munching the cherries as we cruised along
through the gorgeous Washington forests, I mentioned that I was
going to sleep in my tent near town that night. He said he knew of a
great camping spot just outside of town where he could drop me off.
I said that would be great, since I hadn’t known where I was going
to camp.
We arrived just as it was getting dark. He dropped me off about
a half-mile before town, at a small dirt road that led into some trees
and down to the Twisp River. He pointed towards the best place to
camp back in the woods, and I thanked him and waved goodbye, as
he drove off towards town.
As I was walking down the narrow dirt road, I had to go around
a station wagon and a pickup truck that were parked in the middle
of the road. A small group of people was busy loading a large rubber
raft onto the back of the truck, having apparently just finished up
rafting down the river.
As I passed by, I nodded and said hello to one of the men, who
was tying down one side of the raft. He nodded and smiled back at
me and then spoke up.