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...RAINED heavily but briefly during our last ride. We rode with a young kid and two chicks who occasionally went to the commune and said they knew some of the people there. Yana asked them if they knew where her husband and his lover were. They didn't know. They let us out where the pavement stopped on the road that led off the highway to the commune...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Road from Gallup to Albuquerque: | 12/18/1969 | See Source »

...stopped raining, but the dirt road leading through the mountain meadows to thicker woods and the commune was a river of red mud. The sun was setting as we walked the five miles to the commune. Yana slogged along about ankle deep in mud. I held her sleeping bag for her once while she squatted in the road to piss and a few other times at places where the road had sharp gravel. We had to pass up one shortcut because the rocks would be too hard on Yana's feet. By the time we got to the vicinity...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Road from Gallup to Albuquerque: | 12/18/1969 | See Source »

...went straight to the hot springs on the north side of a little ravine which cut through the commune. As we were crossing the ravine, Yana asked me if I wanted some of the gum she was chewing. I said yes and she parted her lips and put the gum between her front teeth. Thinking she meant for me to bite off the piece that showed in front of her teeth, I went over...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Road from Gallup to Albuquerque: | 12/18/1969 | See Source »

...Yana was quite disappointed to find unbeautiful people living in her old commune. The group around the hot springs especially; there were a few winos and a moron Indian. She frequently ran "niggers" down. Earlier, I had tactfully tried to get her explanation of why she spoke so badly of some people...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Road from Gallup to Albuquerque: | 12/18/1969 | See Source »

...next morning, she asked me what I was going to do. I said I'd probably hang around the commune awhile. She said she thought she would go somewhere else and look for her husband. She exchanged her sleeping bag for a smaller one that was in the bus and left before breakfast. As we were splitting up, we wished each other luck...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Road from Gallup to Albuquerque: | 12/18/1969 | See Source »

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