Hey Fellow Permis!
This is Noah Kindfield aka Hippie Boy, two-time Permi-Bus intern. Yall might remember me, I was the first ever Permi-Bus intern back in the Summer of 2008. When I learned that the Permi-Bus was coming back to my native Bio-Region of the Cumberland Basin conventionaly referred to as Midle Tennessee, needless to say i was exited. I have always felt a connection to the DogFolk collective/family that serve as the maintainers and trainers of what the Permi-Bus has to offer and, the bus itself. This connection has always been one of spontinuity. And as is inherent is spontinuity here i sit 1485 miles away from the permi-bus medic training in Nashville, TN half way into my second gont into the mystical abord puddle jumping, dimension defying Permi-Bus.
As I may have explained in previous blogs, i have since birth lived a life jampacked with lessons and new experiances. In 1992 I was born in Berkely, California to two freshly PHDed originaly northeastern hippies. Three years after my birth my parents decided it was time to move so we drove acrooss the country to New Jersey were my dad had a job at City Collage of New York and my mom and found work developing SAT questions at SAT Headquerters Montclaire, NJ. As you can gather by my parents prefessions i was constintley being taught things this is something i whould come to hate and later appriciate. After nine years of being the radicals of our little new jersey town and a failed attepmt to create a charter school for my father to impliment his curiculem we as a family decided to move to a small community in Tennessee called, The Farm (LINK). On the farm my father whould become the director of The Farm School (www.thefarmschool.tv) along with becoming a full member of the farm and a member of the board of directors which is the self governing body of the farm. My mother whoul find employment at varrious universitys. These years spent on the farm whould lead to explore permaculture, liveing in community, following various bands around the coutry festivaling and activism (these were all parts of my life prior ro the farm but the farm lead to morwe in depth exploration). I have recently graduated from the Farm School and intend on going to collage in oregon next year for Education so that i may eventually follow in the footsteps of my father and direct The Farm School.
It was on the Farm that i was first introduced to the permi-bus. The farm school was playing host and in a typical fashion i was late getting back to school after lunch so i missed half the puppit show. After the puppit show the school got a our of the bus and i was captivated. Before the sun rose the next day i was to join the permi bus crew ,after i finished my sophmore year, in syracuse. My first intership was probly the most densly packed learning experiance ive ever had.
Jump to two weeks ago. The medic training in Nashville has been concluded the collective is meeting and then they ask me if I want to jouin them for the Spring Tour of the rockey mountin West. I exuberantley accepted. As we hightailed it across Tennessee followed by Missori followed by Kansas I earned a new understanding of the J.R.R Tolkin quote, "Not all who wander, are lost." The sights of the mountains and the general landscape harkened back to my first croos country road trip.
My first stop of my second Permi-bus interenship was at the 63ed St. Farm of Boulder, CO (http://www.63rdstfarm.com/63st_Farm_Boulder_CO/Welcome.html
). We stay at the 63ed Street Farm for the next four days leading up to our training at a local mobile home village. When we arrived at the sight of our training our host, Sandy Cruz of Transition Colarado, took the DogFolk out for dinner. This left me alone with the bus to talk to the local youth who showed a great intrest in the chickens and in the fact that we all LIVE on the the bus. Everybody got back from dinner and the training was underway. Our host made an interesting point that they had failed to raise any intrest from the mobile home village in any of there past events but when we pulled up in our bus and set out the chickens the whole neiberhood came out to see what was up with the Permi-Bus!
The mourning after our event in boulder we headed for happy heart farms in Fort Collins, Colorado. We went to Fort Collins because we had got invited to volunter and attend a lunchen and and speach by Farmer/Food Freedom Advacote Joel Salatin (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joel_Salatin
) . Salatin is a self proclamied Christian Capitlist Libratarian Envirmentalist Lunatic he has a farm in Virginia called Polyface Farms (http://www.polyfacefarms.com/
). He has achived more recent fame through his food freedom addvacocy books which include Salad Bar Beef, Pastured Poultry Profit$, You Can Farm, Family Friendly Farming, Holy Cows And Hog Heaven and Everything I Want To Do Is Illegal: War Stories From the Local Food Front. He also appers in the films Food Inc., Fresh and Farmageddon all of this books and films are highley recomended by the Permi-Bus Crew. His presontation was well attened. His main talking points were the illigalztion of the local farmer and what we can do to change that.
Following our days in Fort Collins we headed for Riverton, Wyoming. as we entered Wyoming the saying Wyoming Like No Place On Earth began to make more sense to me. The landscape is so odd due to southern wyomings location near the yellowstone caldara. We arrived in Riverton ate a wonderful elk dinner. And here i sit. Till next time.
Proud Permi Noah Kindfield aka Hippie Boy
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