Interning

After a long internal debate with myself, I have decided to be an intern at an intentional community up in northern Arizona. I rang in the new year of 2006 up there. We set fire to an asparagus plant as our destructive celebratory action. Now I am heading back up the 10 mile dirt road, into a valley with one main house, solar showers, no electricity, chickens, turkeys, trees, a creek, and tee-pees. The man that owns the valley, Peter Bigfoot, runs an organic farm, teaches herbal medicine, and has a school of self survival. I figured it would be an interesting place to spend the summer instead of holed up in my parent's house, trying to stay out of the sun, steadily eating my weight in yogurt and apple sauce.