I’m at Yucca Valley and I’m near the lodge. Someone asks me to go to the drum. I go there but the drum isn’t set up. Grey, Ronan and Dave are laying under a canopy, face down on the ground with bodies erect, with their faces buried in a pile of sandy dirt. I’m like… “Ok, what does this mean?” and I hear Ronan says that they’re sticks. I notice that there are a lot of people camped. The canopies are connected together making huge rooms. There are lots of kids, colors, and shade, but they’re right over the hocoka. I’m wondering how the dance is going to take place.
 
 
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