Escaping the bitter cold of Oklahoma with some new supplies (a tent, stove, lantern, machete, wood carving tools) plus tons of information on rock working and wood carving we feel like we did well. We have enough funds to last the rest of winter in the swamps of Louisiana. The weather is fine, the company is wonderfully diverse (hundreds of new bird spirits, alligators, and the best of all armadillo by the dozens). Bison yellow ball is getting high each day off the gleaned sugar cane, and this fine state has provided us with food stamps aplenty. We just used a fake lease to get a library card, and our supporters in Oklahoma gave us lots of herb to quiet our rational minds. So what are we going to do? We’re going to eat when we want, sleep when we want, read what we want when we want, and smoke until our heads and spirits can reach deep into the swamps to find that truth, the truth of living free of wage slavery, free of civilized prison, free to B -the bison band of the tribe of the crow, a small part of the new tribal revolution. Come join us for a night, a weekend, a month, or even better, a lifetime.

Until next time this is Gwagwagwe, farewell.

As we left the six rivers area, the daily temperatures were only reaching 45 degrees, we left early in the morning so we could travel the endless highway south through California before those 50 million takers got up to crowd the roads. We hit LA and headed east. Our first night spent on the banks of the Salton sea (the largest man made sea). We spent the day in awe at the magical pinks and oranges, each sand hill reflecting the light in a myriad of colors. The birds were everywhere, our first pelican meeting and we danced and exchanged stories on the sea shore. The heat was intense, and we loved every moment. But, where’s the wood for our fuel, the free fresh water, the wood for our warmth as the nightly temperatures drop well below freezing. Nowhere, so we kept moving. We traveled into Arizona, and watched the cactus prairies change density and color, we watched the sand dunes rise and fall, we watched the mountains rise and fall as we traveled toward the edge of the horizon to discover what our future has to offer. We traveled across New Mexico, and crossed over into Texas. Still no trees for warmth and fuel, so of course we kept going until we reach a bison supporter on the LS border. Read the rest of this entry »

After a good dry day the bisons expected a couple more weeks of blessings from our warm maiden of the south. We wished dearly to meet up with those who had committed a little of their time to help us in our new lifestyle, but alas, old man north took his cold bony fingers and started scratching under the blankets after the moon had made it’s nightly appearance. When we choose this transitional lifestyle, we decided our biological urges would lead our rational minds. Cold (and the search for shelter) was top of the listof urges. So after three days at this place where two rivers meet, it was time to find warmer hunting grounds. Read the rest of this entry »