Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

staff, so when the group arrived, I had already rolled out
my sleeping bag in the local ashram and asked the housemother
for some hangers so I could get my suits out of the
suitcase for a few days. And if I could call Amsterdam,
where I had ever longer conversations with Stefanie,
eventually leading to the conclusion that I wanted to
get married too. The two of us in a little house, just like
that.
After Goblin Valley Janny and I drive further south
through Utah, heading for Bryce Canyon and the deserts
of Arizona. The towns are more colorful and friendly now
that we have left Interstate 70 and are following smaller
roads southbound. The gas station and general store are
along a road with just two lanes, the parking lots have
shrunk, the fronts have wooden porches and not only
do the shops sell lawn mowers and gas, they also carry
fishing gear, cowboy hats, buckle belts and Indian jewelry.
Nature is ‘stunning’ without end and has dimensions
that you can travel through only very slowly, even in a
Chevrolet Impala. Red and pink sculptures are standing
as wise watchmen along the way.
After quite some nagging at Bob Denton, who in his
turn discussed the matter with Maharaj ji, Stefanie and I
were allowed to get married. So when the whole company
flew back from Europe to Denver, we drove in the Divine
Light Mission car to the town hall and the next day to
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