We left home this morning,
picked up some snacks from Traders,
and slowly made our way to Squaw Valley,
in our borrowed Chevy Tahoe.
burning fossil fuels as we went along
to the eco-yoga music festival.
Maybe other people arrived here in more earth-friendly ways…
It’s not that trains don’t come out here from the Bay Area
it just would have cost us a couple of hundred dollars,
and we don’t have the cash.
I had gotten a pretty sweet gig writing about the festival for a magazine…
We stopped along the way for lunch…
and found some beautiful things there.
We arrived at Wanderlust to find
that the beautiful people had pulled in just ahead of us.
At the play lounge, you can play…
It’s right next to the main entrance, so you don’t have to go far…
before you begin to unwind…
and step into the flow.
Right next to the play lounge is the Sound Spaces booth,
Dance, trance… they’ve got the music in person that you can usually only order online these days…
…a dying breed…
very difficult to leave…
but it was time for us to go set up camp.
We came here to Wanderlust to find people to join us
in making a green revolution in America.
So if you have a back that’s strong,
and you want to play,
for more Cinderella revolution click*
Bonus, via Treehugger. Here’s a vid of Wanderlust co-founder Jeff Krasno on green initiatives at Wanderlust. Also discusses hopes to connect on more Walk the Talk Show-reminiscent content next year with likes of Michael Pollan, Alice Waters—I was hoping to make it this year to do some and am bummed to have missed Fetzer of biodynamic wine-fame. Next year, we’ll be there in force—stay tuned for our video from Alex and Matas, who went in my stead. ~ via Waylon Lewis, elephant ed.
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