BABY
BOOMER BABBLE
The
hippie trail
Not every baby boomer was a hippie. In fact, I'm guessing less
than one percent would have qualified. I was a Midwestern hippie, which would
have translated into a mild social deviant. But I did my best.
Hippie is defined on Wikipedia as "a youth movement that
began in the United States during the 60's and spread around the world. It was
used to describe people who created their own communities, listened to
psychedelic rock, embraced the sexual revolution, and used drugs to explore
alternative states of consciousness." Putting a Midwestern flair on it, I
would say it was someone who was anti-war, anti-establishment, and pro-dressing
funny. A little beer, a little marijuana, and you hoped you would get lucky.
As conditions deteriorated in San Francisco, primarily due to
excessive drug use, a group of hippies eventually headed for Europe. They found
their way to what has been called The Hippie Trail, a journey through Turkey,
Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, and ending in Nepal. They were in search of
nirvana, the Truth, enlightenment. What they found was life with a whole
different presentation.
The adventure is documented in a new book by Rory MacLean, Magic Bus – On The Hippie Trail From
Istanbul to India. MacLean is a journalist who retraced the Hippie Trail
recently and recorded the trip. As he states, the trip is much more dangerous
today. We have not moved forward with peace and love, which would have been one
of the original hopes of the Intrepids, as the traveling hippies came to be
known. They were wanderers, travelers, explorers.
The Intrepids were moved to seek enlightenment by such iconic
names as Jack Kerouac, Timothy Leary, Bob Dylan, Allen Ginsberg, and Maharishi
Mahesh Yogi. Must reads included Walden,
the poems of Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Allen Ginsberg, and books by Kafka,
Huxley, and Herman Hesse. Inspirational music came from The Beatles, The Who,
The Doors, Joan Baez, Jefferson Airplane, and Bob Dylan, to name but a few. The
books and music communicated ideas that inspired, guided, drove thousands to
seek a new way, a better way, a more enlightened existence. It sometimes
worked, it sometimes didn't, as MacLean documents.
The travelers were young, often only 18, 19, twenty years old.
They were looking for something, something more than what was. I felt the same
way. My hippie trip included a road trip to the Badlands, and a chance meeting
with a medicine man at Wall Drug, of all places. The year was 1967. Not quite
as adventurous as crossing the Asian continent, but still pretty wild for a
Midwestern country boy. It was a trip to find myself, and to come to terms with
a father who recently died. Not unlike my magic bus cohorts, I too was seeking
enlightenment, understanding, happiness, fulfillment. Such was the dream. Some
of the dream was realized, some continues to play itself out on a day to day
basis, as life continues to meander down the hippie road.