Spring-Summer 1971: As a fugitive from a drug bust in the states I make the best of my situation. In 1971 Kristine Stone, her daughter Amy and myself become a family. We travel around British Columbia selling our products (natural foods candies and sandals) as gypsy entrepreneurs. I experience swimming in a sea of light, with phosphorescent plankton. And I reminisce about the British Columbia, Pat Lake Commune, especially the virgin forest tree spirits that became so excited by our music they joined in as a heavenly sounding choir all of us could hear.