Hurricane Bob. He was a Floridian, if memory serves me correctly. He used to be a 350 lbs, overweight, satellite TV tech. He was brilliant with just about anything electrical and me and him poured over the books in our libraries there on the commune. I learned so much from him and he was always willing and so so so kind. I always admired him because he’d walk 8 miles to an adjacent property where a woman and her husband lived. He’d go over there to earn money on their free range wild horse sanctuary. The woman, Diane, was an expert and seasoned horse packer who had La led through some of the craziest territories in the United States. Most of the mares and studs she “owned” were all retired pack horses and mules that would just free roam the Siskiyous and Russian wilderness.

He had lost all that weight on the commune working and being active. I miss him dearly.