Wyatt Burp
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I once wrote about a little well hid town in the Sierras where we sometimes visit. Except for not letting our dog in the bar, no laws really seem to apply there.
On another occasion on our way back to Sac. from Oregon we encountered a town in the heart of Bigfoot country. We stopped at a bar where someone was having a birthday party and were immediatly invited to join in. To look at us, especially me, we fit right into these little local hangouts in out of the way places. My wife wears her cute sexy clothes and I'm in cutoffs, tank top, and untrimmed beard. Well, we ended up staying there until night drinking, ending up in the hotel across the street. In the course of this day we would meet people and for some reason they just tend to open up to us. We never ask any probing questions and respect and appreciate meeting people from different places. Turns out this place was full of mountain pot growers and folks that tend to live their lives the way they want. At one point the back door was open and these two guys were standing out there smoking weed. The bartender saw this and said in a stern voice, "Hey! You know you can't do that! You can't bring your drinks outside!" A local Indian tribe, we were told, comes down from a nearby reservation and things supposedly get pretty wild.
It's fun sometimes visiting places where the regular rules don't apply and I get to meet people that do what I do and ignore the laws that we just don't approve of. To me this is the real California. Unfortunatly people from other states only get to hear about the dumb laws and think L.A. and the Bay Area sum up the state. Get out of town and you'd think you were in Idaho or Montana. BTW. I won't mention the town if anyone asks.
On another occasion on our way back to Sac. from Oregon we encountered a town in the heart of Bigfoot country. We stopped at a bar where someone was having a birthday party and were immediatly invited to join in. To look at us, especially me, we fit right into these little local hangouts in out of the way places. My wife wears her cute sexy clothes and I'm in cutoffs, tank top, and untrimmed beard. Well, we ended up staying there until night drinking, ending up in the hotel across the street. In the course of this day we would meet people and for some reason they just tend to open up to us. We never ask any probing questions and respect and appreciate meeting people from different places. Turns out this place was full of mountain pot growers and folks that tend to live their lives the way they want. At one point the back door was open and these two guys were standing out there smoking weed. The bartender saw this and said in a stern voice, "Hey! You know you can't do that! You can't bring your drinks outside!" A local Indian tribe, we were told, comes down from a nearby reservation and things supposedly get pretty wild.
It's fun sometimes visiting places where the regular rules don't apply and I get to meet people that do what I do and ignore the laws that we just don't approve of. To me this is the real California. Unfortunatly people from other states only get to hear about the dumb laws and think L.A. and the Bay Area sum up the state. Get out of town and you'd think you were in Idaho or Montana. BTW. I won't mention the town if anyone asks.
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