Luckily, we made our way to a local grocery store owned by the nicest family that I have ever met, whom helped got on the ball and printed off the insurance that we needed. The owners son actually called his sister who was at home down the street, had her print off the insurance info, and road her twenty one speed mountain bike at high speed to the store where we met her with complete gratitude. After about an hour of learning about the town of Salmo and being entertained by this family and their enthusiasm, we headed to a local restaurant where we could get some food. Sitting at the table talking with Spencer and Jensen I realized their focus was gone and they were thinking about turning around. As usual, I got into my persuasion mode and began my speech trying to change their minds around. I enthusiastically begin, "We have made it sixty miles, spent four hundred dollars and are within two miles of the festival and you guys are thinking about turning around?" I exclaim disappointingly. I knew that this was the crux, and we had to push forward. I go on, "This is that moment where one makes a decision, a decision to push on and see where it will take us, or time to give up home!" I was not about to give up, not after coming this far. After a few more minutes of convincing I had finally got them both to agree that we should at least try to make our way to the parking lot of the festival to hopefully hang out at least with some other people that didn't have tickets and were trying to make it in just as we were, this included going back through the road block, but now we were legitimate. It was getting dark quick and therefore was to late to try float the river so this was the next best option I determined.
Here we go, we were back on the road and I was more determined to get into Shambhala then George Bush was to to invade Iraq in 2002. We take the turn to drive down the long gravel road to take us to the festival which is where the first security check was. Spencer had come up with the genius idea to tell the security guard that we got pulled over and towed back to Salmo to make him feel sorry for us and then Spencer continued on to explain that we were meeting our friends at the main gate at the end of the road because we were running late. It worked, we couldn't believe it! One more bullet dodged, which would be the first of many. As one could imagine, we are excited, and I'm high is a kite on sheer adrenalin. Arriving at the gate was like landing on the moon, and now all we had to do was figure out how to get past the tight security. We park the car, walk up to security, and explain our situation. We go on to tell the guy on the ATV that our friends are in the festival and that we tried calling them but had no service. He then let us continue on to wait for the "friends" to arrive to give us our tickets. By this time I had already began befriending the next security guard knowing that it couldn't hurt. Spencer and Jensen became bored and soon wanted to head back to the car for the night to wait for the next day so they could try floating the river so then they left. I wasn't about to give up, I wanted in. Next thing I knew I had made friends with a whole group of people that had for some reason left the festival and were hanging out by the gate. They took me in as one of their own and when I explained that I had no ticket and no idea how i was going to get in, they felt bad. As they got up to go back in, I followed like a lost puppy dog, in the hope that maybe there was a possibility I could just sneak in unnoticed in the group. The security guard I was talking to earlier wasn't paying attention so I slipped pass her, and now I only had one more guard in between me and the time of my life. As the guard checked every body's wrist bands, I strategically walked on the outside of the group and then it I heard a, "hey!" geared toward me, but I kept walking. It was late and so the guard lazily assumed that I must have a wrist band because everybody else had one, genius. Almost in slow motion, and complete shock, I was now walking towards the loudest bass I have ever heard along with the coolest lasers shooting in the sky as if they were directed to me beaming me home. I had made it in. Sheer determinism, luck, and sneakiness were to thank.
As I walked toward the music I thought to myself, I need a long sleeve shirt and quickly or else I would be caught because I didn't have a wrist band. Thankfully, my new friend Ryan, who looks like a mix between Jerry Garcia and Tommy Chong let me borrow his long sleeve shirt, perfect! I was set, sort of. All I had was what I was wearing- a shirt, long sleeve shirt, swimming shorts, and sandals. I would be wearing this for four days, by the end of everything was a little dirty to say the least. I stayed awake the whole first night meeting people, discovering new places within the festival, and dancing. A lot of dancing. There were five main stages, the main two were the Fractal forest and Village. Between these two stages lay a maze of trails that were easy to get lost in, mentally and physically. I spent the next four days living in this new place with a ton of new great people. I became a local over a couple days, and by the end of it I was sharing some really cool spots that I had found, like the Water sanctuary, and trails for running. On the last day I had a bunch of fruit that had been gifted to me and decided that I should give some of it away so I began walking around giving apples and oranges away as gifts. I just so happened to offer one of the Oranges to Amanda who within minutes we had decided it would be a good idea to hitch hike together west together toward Vancouver BC.
Shambhala and the eleven thousand residents really changed my view of festivals like these. Over the years I have known so many people that have been very dismissive and not understand why these "hippies" go to big festivals like these, but I now understand in a big way, maybe because I am more of a hippie now myself, I feel hip anyway. For four days I lived in my swim shorts, tee shirt, and a sweat shirt which was getting a little old. I had to wear the sweat shirt even though it was hot because I didn't have a wrist band, but once I got a wrist band that my friend Ryan gave to me from one of his friends that was leaving I instantly was revitalized and ready to party. Instantly, I jumped off a ten foot embankment into the river, which was only a few feet deep, started playing jamming out everywhere I went, and danced for hours painted from head to toe. I would have to say this was one of the highlights for sure, I love dancing, and this was the first time but not the last that I would be painted from head to toe, it was great. I am what they call a Shambhalifer because I will go probably every year here on out As the festival ended, I didn't want to leave and thought about trying to get everybody together to try to figure out how we could live off the land and not have to go home. These are the types of thoughts that enter into my head as a result of living at Shambhala for five days, a little crazy, but cool non the less. The whole time I never met one bad person, and connected with many new friends that I will remember forever.
Amanda and I were ready to start heading west and so now we were off. We got picked up by a guy who was coming down off of MD MA and was being a little to forward with Amanda, so I put him in his place by being like, "Dude, you are coming down from ecstasy and need to calm down it's not cool!" he replies with, "I know, I just messed up my chance with a girl that I met and I'm a little sad about it, sorry man." and just like that he was cool again, and we were all good. By the time he dropped us off at a town called Roseland which is a major winter skiing destination we had another good friend and he actually gave us forty dollars for a hostel for the night because he knew we didn't have any money. I actually ran out of money about a week before all this when I was back in Christina lake, so I had nothing. This is what I do while I travel, I only bring a certain amount with me because I don't want to spend a bunch of money while I travel, this way it's more of an adventure as well. We ended up staying in a hostel in town which was perfect because it poured that night and we would have been drenched if we would have slept outside. It was nice to take a shower in the hostel as well because by this point it had been probably six days since I had taken a real shower. This is what happens being a vagabond and not having any money.
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