How did it All End?

I am thinking this morning about my life in the Sixties and Seventies. Looking back on it, it seems amazing. But it seemed ordinary enough at the time.

We were all doing the Right Thing together. And what the Right Thing was, was obvious.

I was living in Denver. And I went every weekend to a workshop. The ones I usually attended were run by a young woman, another engineer, who had her own boyfriend, who she was sexually active with (everyone was sexually active). She called her organization People House.

Some of her workshops taught Gestalt therapy, a therapy taught by Fritz Perls who lived at the Esalen Institute in Californa. He taught a different therapy each year and would teach that therapy to his students every year. Who would then teach in workshops all over the country - and even abroad.

This teacher had been a Psychology professor before he went into Gesralt. And Frtiz had been part of Freud's gang (which contained people who did not believe in him at all).

All of this fit comfortably together in California. But this was the scenic desert in Southern Utah, close to Arches National Monument.

My teacher had become a publisher for Fritz, in a company he called Real People Press. And was making a lot of money that way. He bought a ranch in this area, that gone broke because it lacked water, when there was plenty of water in the Delores river that ran along the property. 

Then Electricity was brought to the area. and everyone could have water by installing a pump.

There were houses on the property, that my teacher was renovating. I moved into one of them and was sleeping with wife #1, in another house close by.

We frequently went skinny-dipping in the river.

All this ended in 1980. and we now have a computer world, where skinny-dipping is not so easy.