Going To Arizona And Drinking Its Spring Water

On April 26th, I left Albuquerque to go to Phoenix, Arizona. I’m still in Arizona, but was off the grid for most of the week; no phone, no computer.

I met up with Josh. This time last year we camped in Kauai for 5 days on different beaches around the island, but this time we took a cheaper approach.

I flew into Phoenix. The next day we drove north for about 2 hours, then hiked 4 miles into a mountain and set up camp next to a gushing spring pumping water out of the ground.

There’s a reason one feels amazing when drinking spring water. Not as in bottled “spring water”, but real, happy water where ecosystems flourish. This documentary talks about mysteries of water, how it is affected by states-of-consciousness, and possibly might make you think about the potential of life itself (cool).

• They said water has a memory of everything that happens around it.
• Even turning on lights can change the structure of water.
• It’s structure is like a nervous system, reacting to outside stimuli.
• Positive and negative human emotions are the strongest level of influence on water
• Love increases water energy levels
• Animals always choose to drink water that has been taken from a spring, no matter how purified tap water is. Purified water is dead, lacking natural energies.
• Fish were introduced to a batch of water that was exposed to very low energy electromagnetic waves. The breed of fish was highly unusual in appearance and behavior. They were all behaving exactly the same, operating by what seemed to be one single collective mind.

It goes to show that humans may act more like zombies under the influence of a low-energy water supply.

Preaching aside… I’ve seen 2 bald eagles since I’ve been out here, watched Kick-Ass, went down a river on a raft, and mountain-biked in amazing Arizona scenery I didn’t know existed.

I also found out that any American has the luxury buying automatic weapons (with proper licenses, of course).

Redwood Fe-vuh

Can you see the humans?

With our next show scheduled a day away in Portland, more than 400 miles from where we started the day, we took some more sweet time moving along the coast. We found a good place to check out some huge redwoods. We found another camping spot, ate food, and burned our trash again.

It was a lot warmer sleeping next to the fire, at the cost of waking up with burn marks all over my stuff, holes in my blanket, etc.

Coma Tour, Day 6

Coma + Beach - Keyboardist = This

We had a show cancel on us, which means 3 days in a row of no playing. So, we made our way north to find a spot in the redwood forest to camp out for the night and found a spot next to the beach. It took us a good 20 minutes to get a fire going, each of us taking turns to successfully light the fire, fully exploiting our evolutionary urge to out-do the rest of the males. The moment I cursed Dustin for throwing my newspaper away (to use as fire fuel), he got the fire started. We cooked some food and decided to burn almost all of our trash from the van, including a bagful of uneaten marshmallows that melted into a pulsating pile of screaming-baby cream.  With our mental state at the time, that seemed like a good way to describe it.

When the time came to sleep, I thought it would be a good idea to use my 55+ degree travel sleeping bag on the beach. I woke up around 5a.m., and saw that all of my stuff was soaked with ocean mist. So, I moved into the van, where Dustin had already been seasoning the trapped air with his mountain musk. At least it felt warm inside.