“They can feel the vibrations of the music and the spirits of the humans walking about them,” and they nod. I am tempted to explain this further, but one just has to see a forest at night during a festival. The lights and the shadows of the large pines & cedars, the occasional aspen glows in the ambient light from the festival beneath the canopy. The sound bouncing through the forest.
“The West is the Best,” for festivals. California especially, for a similar reason that it’s world-class land for cultivating weed, for the same cause of a regular wildfire season. It’s warm and dry here for half the year. Rain and heavy moisture will cause buds to go moldy and wreck a crop, end wildfire season, and turn a festival into a cold, damp swamp.
Good food is really about the spices, salt. A balanced level of sweet, salt, and spice. Texture also plays a big role. On a deeper level, how it digests and sits in the belly is important. Consciously so of the healthy Californians here. Dal is sattvic with the 5-spice blend.
I’ve missed NorCal. The vibes, the people, the lifestyle, the mountain-river-explorer life. It’s good times and I can’t wait for more.
I often tell people that “one of my favorite things about a festival is driving away.” That means that I love the impermanence of a festival.
And the way that the festival was set up, with its location up against the mountains like in a moraine, it was perfectly positioned to receive the deluge.