With Catrina retrieved from the hill and still in the front seat, we proceeded to the pit. Men dissembled the altar space above the cave entrance and finally opened the cave entry, bidding Brad to emerge. He crawled out into the bright sunlight and placed his blanket over his head and was assisted in getting into the truck. We brought them both back to the camp in solemn silence.
Read MoreIt was late afternoon when Michael, one of Brad’s friends and mentor, stopped by to tell us that it was time. Catrina donned her ceremonial dress, Brad stripped to the waist and they gathered all their quest supplies. They walked hand in hand down the dirt road that led to the sweat lodge. The rest of the camp was waiting for them, including us.
Read MoreWe moved closer to the lodge, sat quietly and listened. Harold spoke for a brief time, but we could not hear his words. Singing ensued, a few more words from Harold and about 15 minutes later, the flap finally opened and people began emerging. One woman was going on her quest that evening and she remained in the lodge. She would be escorted to her quest site by the group and we were allowed to tag along to observe the proceedings. Other members of the group provided guidance and we paid careful attention to protocol.
Read MoreHi there and welcome to Just A Little Further!
We are David and Marcie Lynn and we've lived aboard our Liberty 458 cutter-rigged sailboat since 2000.
What began as an urge to travel slowly and economically at our own pace ended up an adventure of a lifetime.
Well, here we are ... nearly 90,000 miles under the keel, 5 continents, 5 Great Southern Capes, 36 countries and almost two decades later, still taking one passage at a time and going just a little further.
