Wednesday, July 14, 2010
The Hippies are in Town
I live in Eugene, Oregon and every summer in the woods of Veneta (20 minutes away), people break out the tie die, the booby paint, and the fairy wings and attend the Oregon Country Fair. It is a time of peace, love, and strange performances perfumed by the wafting smell of marijuana smoke.
Children run and play and grind their own snow cone ice. Most of the food vendors serve tofu burgers and vegan ice cream.
There are jugglers and costumed people on stilts. Parades of musicians and gnomes and wood sprites pass by on the dirt pathways. Women of all shapes and sizes walk around without shirts, their breasts artfully decorated by painted flowers.
It is, in short, a weekend of debauchery and perhaps the best people-watching in the world.