While I'm busy reading up on the coming collapse of American Society as we know it, Mr. T suggested a trip to Hopland--aka Hophead Land. There is a locally famous survivalist store there--or so we thought.
I should mention everything you read about California is true--and then some. There are a lot of really crazy wackos living here. This is the car we had to follow out of town. They really make and SELL bobble-head Obama dolls? And what does it have to do with NPR?? And Moonbeam must have the largest collection of personal bumper stickers than anyone with the possible exception of Jesse Jackson.
We followed the beautiful Russian River up 101 past Cloverdale to Hopland. A wonderful local brewery is located here--the Mendocino Brewery. We would have spent our time better simply taking the tour and sampling their wares. But we were determined to see the "live off the land" crew.
Inside The Real Goods we were greeted with a Buddhist shrine to our left and gardening without any advancements since the 4th century self-published books. A peace sign made out of old Christmas tree lights was the focal point, hanging from the middle of the ceiling. Everything was uber-PC from the didn't harm the earth cotton clothing to the won't kill the ocean body soap. There was a solar-powered merry-go-round--but no children around to play on it. Let the pictures speak.
The houses are yurts where volunteers come to intern in the store and learn how to live like primitives.
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