An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

We shared a pot of cowboy coffee made with
beans grown in the valley. He showed me a taro patch
and other places to find food. He also gave me
smoked boar to hold me over since he was leaving for
a while. The high surf made fishing difficult, so I appreciated
the boar. After a couple of days, I was alone
in the valley.
Waimanu once had a sizable population, but
was now abandoned. I remained there alone for several
days. I found it difficult since the winter storms
and high surf continued. I decided to get out too.
When I reached the Waipi’o River, it was too
deep to ford with a pack. I asked a local surfer to ferry
my pack across on his board in exchange for some
smoke. He agreed, and I swam across. When he saw
my dry, brown, compressed Columbian, he said, “I
haven’t smoked any of that in years. Here, try some of
da kine.” We smoked with his friends.
They said their Land Cruiser was full, but I
could ride on the bumper to the top of the valley. I
happily accepted. I stood on the front bumper looking
forward, leaned back on the hood, and rode it up the
steep grade like a surf board.
From there, I hitched to Kona where the
weather would be better. I met my friend Dharma
from Boulder Creek who now lived in South Kona.
He told me about his friend John who might help me
out. John was a tall, long haired Georgia boy who
grew and sold herb. He had a house in a subdivision
with a private beach.
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