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I lived on the coast of Mendocino in the mid-80's. I lived in Ft Bragg for a year and then in Caspar for 2 yrs. Worked in the Mendocino market and knew a lot of locals who came for supplies. I was invited to a 'secret' community for a wedding. It was near Garberville ---in a remote area---and we needed 'escorts' to meet us at the barbed wire fence.
The couple who were getting married seemed like free spirited, home grown hippies. But when I went to their community, I saw a whole different life style. The 'hippie' commune was a large grow operation. EVERYONE carried weapons and they communicated by transistor walkie talkies and kept a close track of everyone coming up the long twisting dirt mountain road. You would never be able to sneak up on them because the gravel road was very loud and dusty. And it wound around the steep mountainside and did switchbacks, so everyone would see you coming for quite awhile.
Once we finally reached the midway, flat campsite compound, we smelled the thick, sweet smell of the harvest. All around us we saw huge stacks of buds and flowers and people packaging them in freeze dried baggies. It was rather lovely.
But the next two days of the wedding party was pretty nuts. :nuts: People got way too high and drunk and there were skirmishes and some chaos and drama. And I also heard a story about two missing 'workers' who were suspected of stealing some bags of weed. Some people were genuinely wondering where they disappeared to. They left their truck behind and all of their meager belongings. But my friend told me that they were 'disposed of' on the mountain. And since they were transients, I doubt anyone would be looking any time soon.
The couple who were getting married seemed like free spirited, home grown hippies. But when I went to their community, I saw a whole different life style. The 'hippie' commune was a large grow operation. EVERYONE carried weapons and they communicated by transistor walkie talkies and kept a close track of everyone coming up the long twisting dirt mountain road. You would never be able to sneak up on them because the gravel road was very loud and dusty. And it wound around the steep mountainside and did switchbacks, so everyone would see you coming for quite awhile.
Once we finally reached the midway, flat campsite compound, we smelled the thick, sweet smell of the harvest. All around us we saw huge stacks of buds and flowers and people packaging them in freeze dried baggies. It was rather lovely.
But the next two days of the wedding party was pretty nuts. :nuts: People got way too high and drunk and there were skirmishes and some chaos and drama. And I also heard a story about two missing 'workers' who were suspected of stealing some bags of weed. Some people were genuinely wondering where they disappeared to. They left their truck behind and all of their meager belongings. But my friend told me that they were 'disposed of' on the mountain. And since they were transients, I doubt anyone would be looking any time soon.