SelkieLass

To be completely honest, I'd forgotten all about The Way over the years. Recently, I was reminded of my experiences when running across a sort-of familiar face on Facebook. While doing some informal research on another group, I stumbled upon this forum. I took PFAL with my father in 1984 in Jackson, Wyoming, at the home of some really wonderful folk. I always believed that he was involved simply because he was enamoured with the young WOW (her name was Diane, I don't remember her last name) that became our roommate. But who knows. . . That summer, we made the pilgrimage to ROA in Ohio. My father and the young lady WOW rode their motorcycles while I drove our flatbed pickup truck with camping equipment, including our tipi. It was a really fun trip, and I remember having a lot of fun at the festival, even though there were some things that weirded me out a bit. I was just 16 that summer, I believe. I wasn't forced into any of all this, but there was a bit of pressure, I must admit. I also remember attending a weekend retreat sort of thing that was held at a lodge in, I believe, W. Yellowstone, MT sometime in the months prior to ROA that year. I came to resent The Way, though honestly, I don't recall why. The things i do remember are in little bits and pieces; I feel like I've blocked a lot from my memory. Anyway, hello! :)