EXPERIENCE 1970S HIPPIE CULTURE
THE BIG SUR FOLK FESTIVAL
10-03-1970 Monterey, CA
Road Trip Part Two
We were on the return road trip back to L.A. from Oregon with three friends named Mike. We had a great trip thus far.
On the trip to Oregon, and after staying a couple days with surfer friends in Santa Cruz, we hiked back up into Big Basin National Forest. Powered by incremental doses of psilocybin; as we got higher up the ravine we got higher. The further we went the more lush and seemingly larger the vegetation became until we all thought we were in Hobbit Land (Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit were huge in the early ‘70s – everyones’ pets were named after characters in the book – everyone’s) and we could sit on the huge moss-covered tree trunks roots like they were big velvet sofas and the greens of the forest were so green they were almost blue – it was a trip and we were psychedelicized. We called the psilocybin effects “Psychic Power”.
As we continued up the ravine to a clearing, which was like a whole in the ceiling of tree branches with sun shining down through it, we saw that we could look down upon a misty carpet of green treetops and down to the lowlands. It was then that we realized just how far up and far out we had hiked (time has a way of distorting when you are psychedelicized) – we had a long trip back down the ravine. Thankfully our Psychic Power assisted us greatly in our endeavor.
After many other cool adventures at our final destination in Oregon, we headed back to L.A.
While driving South through Monterey we found out that the Big Sur Folk Festival was happening; another totally unplanned entertainment side-trip.
So we stopped, parked and wandered in and caught a couple songs by Joan Baez; “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down” and “Let It Be”.
JOAN BAEZ – THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
We needed people like Joan Baez – she was focused, credible and determined to stand up for free speech, human rights, freedom, equality and justice, even if it meant being arrested. She was a spokeswoman for our tribe with a beautiful voice to convey it all.
We had to get back on the road as we were low on cash and stash. Fortunately, lower on cash, for as we all know, “Weed will get you through times of no cash, better than cash will get you through times of no weed!”
But before leaving the Big Sur area we stopped and enjoyed the Famous (to us Hippies) Tarzan Swing Over the Pond – a terrific ride from a thick rope tied by a brave soul waaaay out on a very high massive tree limb over a huge beautiful blue-green pond hidden just off the ocean side of Highway 1.
You’d swing out like Tarzan off a rock ledge fairly high up; so you start out high above the water and then swing out even higher, so when you let go you get the thrill of a mini-free-fall before you dive in. A real gas!
There were usually others of our Tribe there skinny-dippin’ and Tarzan Swingin’ but that day we had it all to ourselves – for a while – until a couple groups showed up and that was our cue to pass the fun on to them and we got back on the road.
We Hippies knew how to have fun naturally – smokin’ nature’s herb enjoying nature’s mushrooms swingin’ from nature’s trees holdin’ on to nature’s hemp rope and then diving into nature’s water. Sigh.