Bison band and the lake of tranquility.

In our last message, we were traveling into uncharted lands. We spent most of the day looking for our next place to stop and gather herbs, or speak with the community of life. We were quite worried when half the day went by without any hope of a place to call home, at least for a little while. Then after 35 miles into the southern olympic mountains we discovered wynnochie lake, a man made jewel, and completely void of any signs of the men in green suits. Being in the heart of the Olympic national forest, our months of preparation began to pay of. We set up the village, and began to listen to the sounds, smell the scents, and read the omens than the gods would provide. Day after day the community of life blessed us with color and serenity. The lake was quite low, so at the edge were stumps of five hundred year old hemlock jutting out. We climbed up onto them and dove right into the surprisingly warm water. We spent many days collecting herbs, working on out tradable crafts, and listening to the hum of the forest and lake around us. We grazed on oxalis, and dug bracken fern root for our meals, we washed our clothes on the rocks by the shore, we just lived as a part of this community of life. It was beyond feeling, we were one with the spirit of the land, we had returned to our place in the community of life. The days flowed into weeks, and there were times we could not remember what day it was, and we never knew the taker time. We ate when we were hungry, we sang when we were happy, we chanted our prayers to this magical place. It was what we had dreamed it would be, and our new dreams were vivid and blessed, without the carnage or unneeded death that haunted our last two stops.

Then the gods decided to play a joke on us, or if you will natural selection reminded us that every new lifestyle has it's ups and downs. One night, after we noticed the first clouds in days, this rain forest lived up to it's name. It seems like bucket of rain poured from every tree, and the pool under our feet began to deepen as the moon made its appearance. Were we prepared? No I'm afraid our first test was not a success, it wasn't before long before our tarps were sagging, our sleeping bags were soaked, and our feet were cold. Did this dishearten us? No, we left civilization so the gods could touch us every day through their wind, cold, rain, and yes even their downpours. We started a fire (to our amazement), and sat under our one working tarp, singing song and drinking hot tea until the sun chased the moon form the sky. It was a joyous occasion, a time to understand the true power of the gods, and let natural selection take us if it could, but we survived, and we pack up the next day (we had to dry everything out), so we traveled out of that glorious place, and began our search for another place to call home, at least for a little while. Within a day, we found the place where two rivers meet, where we are now, living and breathing, reading the sign, and gathering the herb to keep us healthy. We still want other to join us, our songs and stories need the refreshing refrain for other who wish to put their lives back into the hands of the gods. Won't you come? Bring your smile, and your competitive ability, and we'll see if our inventiveness pays off. Until next time.

Bison Band, of the crow tribe
A small part of the new tribal revolution.

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