Footnote to me previous post re Nobel laureates. In the winter of 1976 I was riding a 3rd class bus through the Sierra Madres en route to Puerto Escondido from the Ciudad Oaxaca. 2/3 of that route is dirt road starting in Oaxaca at 5000 ft. altitude through the mountain passes of 8 to 9000 ft. At this little village in the mountains we stopped and this odd couple joined our group of passengers,
One of the newcomers was a
gringo or a mexican-american of about 5 to 60n years of age. The other
passenger was and old indio, perhaps 7 to 80 years of age and he was the
man for sure. The younger dude was deferential in attitude and
demeanor. For the next 4 hours I listened to their interactions and I
truly believe I saw Don Juan Matus and his apprentice Carlos Casteneda
in this mystical mountain range of high mountain pine forest in the
tropics. It was a sublime journey I have shared with no one until now.
I remained stoked, awed, and in wonder to the present.
