Mar 23, 2008
Jul 17, 2008
This was one of the sweetest nights. At the coffee shop I met a new friend Jeremy, that shared some interesting knowledge about the water crisis we are in. We rambled for a while, and he was telling me of a sweet farm in the country I could visit and possibly camp in for the night. After meeting the life/farm creator of this land, I endulged in fresh greens he picked straight from the ground, also Kole robbie, a spicy and earthy flavored veg. We sat in the land and chatted. He gave me much freedom in showing me around the property and all the places I could camp. We stopped at the sunken garden, which I felt I must spend more time with. I set up my tent at the entrance so I could look across the fields. That evening I awoke to a thunder song. I sat up in a moment and admired the rath of this storm. The most intense lightning I had ever been out in. It flashed like a symol crashing with rythmic thunder beets behind it. One after the other after the other... The lighting dancing about the field, putting on a grand show.