we rode the harley down into the field & pulled up to the hippie security camp. my ol' man's been part of the security team for several years, ever since the party got big enuff to need it. we unpacked our gear & started workin on our buzz. tryin to get drunk enuff not to care about sleepin on the ground. i started off with randy hyder's famous bloody mary, made with tomatoes he grew himself & juice he canned, then he mixed the drink for me personally, from scratch. that's what i love about randy, with all he's got goin to throw this shindig, not to mention he plays gutair all nite, he still takes time to take care of his people. he's a damn good man & we love him.
randy sure knows how to throw a party. been doin it 17 years, for free, with just a little help from his friends. always got someone cookin, usually donated meat. pork, goat, venison, one year they deep fryed chickens. always got a big pot of beans & another of potatoes. everything's mixed with plenty of hot peppers, so it goes well with alcohol. it usually rains, at least part of the time, one time it rained so hard that whole campsites were washed away & the field turned to mud & folks had to be pulled out with a tractor & chains. but not this year, this year the weather was perfect. hot & sunny days, cool enuff at nite for the bonfire.
& the music! the most important part of hyderwood, all those fine musicians, playin all weekend for free! the pavilion is set up with 3 drum kits, gutiars & equipment everywhere. they had 3 drummers, 2 harmonica players, several folks on bass & gutairs, all playin at the same time, switchin around, jammin to everything & anything they know, & a few they didn't, but gave it a damn good try. those guys played for 10 hours saturday, not finishin til 2am.
we finally found our tent about 2:30, didn't pass out right away, cuz for me, it ain't hyderwood without gettin a little wood of my own. if you've ever tried to have sex in a puptent & be quiet about it, you know it just ain't possible. it don't matter though, the people that come to this party are all about the love. sun rose around 6:30 & so did we. fired up the bike & made sure most everyone else did too. marsha, our favorite hippie chick, & adam cooked breakfast. bacon, fried tators, eggs, pancakes, beans, & venison steak. yum!
aahhhhhhhh hyderwood... a gathering for some damn goofy folks, people i proudly call my friends. bikers, hippies, hillbillys, musicians, & just plain good folks. so hand me the moonshine & roll another fattie, it don't get no better than this... wait -they're playin my song, time to kick off my shoes & dance barefoot in the moonlite. now that's just heaven here on hyder mountain. if i have to explain, you wouldn't understand.
