This is an EXACT transcription from a notebook that was found on the banks of a stream in Big Park, California.
Drawings from the pages and pictures from a digital camera have been included in this transcription.
Drawings from the pages and pictures from a digital camera have been included in this transcription.
If you have any information on the possible identification of the author please contact the fake
police department immediately.
police department immediately.
Monday 1:15 pm – Aug 26
Captain Mike
Captain mike had been a pilot in the Vietnam war, he was now retired but managed Camp Two in the summers.
During the war Mike had once drunkenly flew a plane to Frankfurt, Germany.
There was a three day sees fire in which both sides agreed not to kill each other. The United States gave many of their soldiers this time off to have fun and take a break. Mikes superior told him that he could fly his plane anywhere he liked. Mike decided to fly to Frankfurt.
He refueled mid air over Turkey. It was a long flight.
He refueled mid air over Turkey. It was a long flight.
Upon arrival in Frankfurt, Mike was escorted by army officials to a bar. Here, he proceeded to drink him self in to acoma.
Two-ish days later, after the sees fire had ended, Mike was shaken awake by the officials who had originally dropped him there two days prior.
In no shape to fly, especially through a war zone, Mike tried futilely to postpone his departure but was denied in his request.
Two-ish days later, after the sees fire had ended, Mike was shaken awake by the officials who had originally dropped him there two days prior.
In no shape to fly, especially through a war zone, Mike tried futilely to postpone his departure but was denied in his request.
After taking off, Mike set his plane autopilot then fell fast asleep.
After missing his mid air refuel, numerous radio calls and the sound of incoming fire, Mike finally woke from his drunken sleep.
After missing his mid air refuel, numerous radio calls and the sound of incoming fire, Mike finally woke from his drunken sleep.
“ Its amazing how fast you can sober up in a situation like that”
The plane attempting to wake Mike and refuel his tanks was under attack.
No match for Mikes plane, he locked on target and eliminated the threat.
No match for Mikes plane, he locked on target and eliminated the threat.
Dangerously low on fuel mike circled back to acquire the petro his plane needed.
After arriving back at base camp, the superior who had given him the time off asked Mike where and what he had done.
Mike told him modestly that the trip had been uneventful.
I asked Mike what the point of the story was:
“I was there then and I’m here doing this now. It’s all out there, the world is waiting. I crashed two planes during the war, one on the runway, one in the middle of nowhere. I just needed to walk 100 miles back and they got me a new one and I kept going.
This is what I am going to be doing forever, hell, im retired and I out here in the middle of nowhere with you guys.
Captain Mike pointed me in the direction of Shane and Turundas tent. They were still sleeping from the night before. They had arrived back early this morning for work. They had hiked back from the party on top of the mountain they had attended the night before.
I waited outside their white canvas tent and rubbed my sore feet and waited for Shane to wake up.
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Monday 4:30 pm – Aug 26
One Dollar, Two Sides
Poxie and Scarlett
The Chef
Poxie had worked at these Camps for 4 years now.
He had not yet seen a road since he arrived here 2 months ago.
He had not yet seen a road since he arrived here 2 months ago.
Poxie made the best soup ever, Creamy chunky tomato with vegetables and cream.
Poxie wore a fedora on his head that seamed to always be falling off but never actually falling. He had scruffy hair and a short untrimmed beard.
Scarlett
Scarlett was Poxies partner.
They had met four years earlier working at one of the other camps in The Big Park, when the season was over they both went back home. Scarlet was living on the east coast and Poxie had been living in New Orleans.
Because these camps are so deep in the wilderness (a two day hike to the closest road) she described it like 'living in a fantasy.' Its great and incredible, people here end up getting very close. But that being said, you don't know what people you meet here will be like in the ‘real word’.
Sure of course people will make you food and share things out here, but you don't know how much they tip at restaurants or how they act around their family.
Scarlett stayed on the East Coast for two months until finally deciding to move to New Orleans with Poxie.
Poxie was in the process of building a food truck. They have been together ever since, every year working at the camps @ The Big Park during the summer.
Poxie was in the process of building a food truck. They have been together ever since, every year working at the camps @ The Big Park during the summer.
This was the first summer that they were working at separate camps. Scarlett was currently visiting Camp 2 just like me.
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Inside a fort made from fallen trees and branches we talked while Shane and Poxie made dinner and readied the dining room.
The small fort was 100 yards from the main camp hidden in the forest. The ranger had allowed it to stay, though it was against the rules. "I found your little stoner shack" he had told them.
I continued to talk to Scarlett.
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Inside a fort made from fallen trees and branches we talked while Shane and Poxie made dinner and readied the dining room.
The small fort was 100 yards from the main camp hidden in the forest. The ranger had allowed it to stay, though it was against the rules. "I found your little stoner shack" he had told them.
I continued to talk to Scarlett.
‘Its like paradise working out here with someone you love, but it's hard. You have nothing to take your mind off each other because it becomes a small world after being out here for a few months. It doesn't loose the charm but life settles down at some point when you are with someone for the longterm.
Some couples have done this for years. One couple working the camps has been doing it for twelve. They now had children and still worked at the camps.
Some couples have done this for years. One couple working the camps has been doing it for twelve. They now had children and still worked at the camps.
'Living like this is possible for everybody. They just need to go take that first step. I would have never known about any of this if I hadn't just come out here.'
I read her my journal, it was the first time I had ever done that.
Camp Two
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Shane Moxie
Shane was who I came to see here at The Big Park.
Recently, Shane had biked here from Alaska, over 3000 miles.
Recently, Shane had biked here from Alaska, over 3000 miles.
He told me that after he completed that trip that he felt like he had become a different person. Something he couldn't define but it was like he had turned a page in his life. Maybe that is all it takes to become an adult, 3000+ miles biking through the Canadian Wilderness.
When Shane was a kid, his parents would flood the backyard of his house to make a skating rink during the winter. They would play hockey. Their team name was 'The Condores'.
Me and Shane hiked deeper in to the park away from the trails and away from the camps. We hiked all day and late in to the night.
Resting and setting up camp at the base of a mountain. We had hiked 12 miles further into Big Park and away from the road and away from the path.
Shane told me about his life out here in the mountains. We talked about love:
‘If you find someone to follow you, you will never walk together
because they will always be behind you, but if you find someone who wants to go where your going, maybe you can go together.'
‘If you find someone to follow you, you will never walk together
because they will always be behind you, but if you find someone who wants to go where your going, maybe you can go together.'
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The Invisible Fire
We arrived at the camp of the stone people late at night after finally leaving our camp at the bottom of the mountain to find the source of a constant dull thud of a drum.
Toko 2:00 am
He was standing in the middle of the mountain path that hugged the stream which was our trail marker.
It was dark when we found him. He was shirtless wearing polyester shorts with a large canvas patch on the bottom right side displaying the sign of Scorpio.
Shane shouted up at him. Toko stood in silence looking down at us from the path then turned back up the incline raising his hand high above his head like a windmill motioning us to follow.
Toko was much faster than us. We followed him up the steep rocky path for over an hour. Nearing the top of the mountain we followed him through a overgrown rock passage that brought us in to a tight rock corridor that had once been carved out by water. We continued to follow him through the dark and up the mountain with no flashlight. He navigated the terrain with ease passing quickly through the rocks.
As the corridor we were following narrowed, Shane began to start walking slower re evaluating our situation. Our decision to trust this person so far out in to the wilderness may have been a mistake.
As the corridor we were following narrowed, Shane began to start walking slower re evaluating our situation. Our decision to trust this person so far out in to the wilderness may have been a mistake.
We stopped to catch our breath. Whispering through inhales and exhales Shane told me about a rumor he had heard about the people who lived secretly here in the park.
“These people believe they're the guides to another universe, they live out here like amish people, I thought it was bullshit...”
No longer able to see Toko ahead of us, we turned our headlights on.
On either side of us was a 20 foot cliff rapidly closing in as we walked. The corridor came to an end and we saw a dull flickering orange projected on the rocks from a small hole that we could not yet see.
3:30 am
SHIA
Preceding a nod and hand motions from Toko, Shia lead us away from the fire in the large cave. An opening from which you could see the stars on the ceiling, green from bushes and vines lined the opening like public hair.
5-6 people were gathered around the fire swaddled in wool blankets. Their clothes were loose and flowing. They wore jewelry and many had scars on their arms and faces.
Shia lead us through a series of caves hugging the wall of the sheer edge of the mountain.
There were large holes broken through the cave walls over looking the valley below. Over hanging shrubs from the exterior of these caves hung down like curtains.
There were large holes broken through the cave walls over looking the valley below. Over hanging shrubs from the exterior of these caves hung down like curtains.
She led us in to a room with a old wood floor and a circular wooden framed window. The window over looked the valley, built perfectly to fit the wooden frame on inside the circular hole in the rock.
Shelving along the stone wall and a stove with a large metal tea pot on it, on the ground lining the walls were many large bags of potatoes, beans and rice.
Shia never spoke but made us tea from a small canvas sack hanging from the ceiling. Tight lines of rope ran tightly across the ceiling holding drying herbs and bags of tea.
Shia motioned to a cott pressed against the wall. Two gritty wool blankets and a thick dusty pillow folded nicely on top, she pantomimed for us to take off our bags and sit down.
We put our bags on the cott and slowly sat down in silence.
She poured tea and sat quietly while we drank. Peering out the glassless window to the valley that we had hiked the day before there was an odd calm like, the way a child might feel when receiving a kiss from their mother just before falling alsleep warm and cozy in their bed.
After over 30 minutes Shia took our glasses and put them on the table upside-down.
With the tips of her fingers hardly touching his wrist she led us with her hand a inch above Shanes now out stretched wrist. We walked through the passage ways and past the other windows over looking the valley. We once again entered the large cave with hole in the ceiling.
We had come on a important night.
Slowly people gathered around the fire sitting cross legged knees touching one another. We joined. I sat with Toko on my left and shane on my right.
A tremendous gust whistled loudly from the opening in the ceiling of the cave.
The force of the wind gained momentum and speed until we could feel the cold air pushing against our backs and the whistle from the hole in the ceiling was close to unbearable. The wind in the cave swirled, whisking the fire higher in the form of tall pointed spiral reaching high above our heads.
Toko leaned close whispering into my ear like cold through a flag pole, he tole me:
"You are as old as the sun. We are all here with you. You are a prism and this is the wind that howls through us all, it is loud and it is scary but if you can accept it and love it, then it will bring you wherever it is that you need to go."
Slowly people gathered around the fire sitting cross legged knees touching one another. We joined. I sat with Toko on my left and shane on my right.
A tremendous gust whistled loudly from the opening in the ceiling of the cave.
The force of the wind gained momentum and speed until we could feel the cold air pushing against our backs and the whistle from the hole in the ceiling was close to unbearable. The wind in the cave swirled, whisking the fire higher in the form of tall pointed spiral reaching high above our heads.
Toko leaned close whispering into my ear like cold through a flag pole, he tole me:
"You are as old as the sun. We are all here with you. You are a prism and this is the wind that howls through us all, it is loud and it is scary but if you can accept it and love it, then it will bring you wherever it is that you need to go."
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