So, exactly where are all the naked drug addled itinerant out of state eclipse chasers so feared by the locals? On the way here, I drove by the turn for Big Summit Prairie, 18 miles down a side road, and location for Eclipse-stock. At 2pm on Sunday, there was nary a car, psychedelic or otherwise, in sight. I guess the traffic jam in Prineville reported on the news last Wednesday was "it."
The only music I hear is the wind in the Douglas firs.
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