There is a phrase I learned as a wildland firefighter, "hydrate or die." We said it to each other mostly in jest, though in the back of our minds we must have known that, in our line of work, it carried literal truth. Some of the men I worked with carried two gallons, 16 pounds, of water in their packs each day and finished every drop.
At the time of writing, the ibogaine had seemed to work. Guion's story reported eight months of post-treatment sobriety. Her daughter had even begun making plans to travel and teach. But tempering the good news, Guion confronted the fact that addiction is also made up of people and habits and can rise up again if old patterns are not broken. Three years later, Guion and her daughter's story continues.
The Saturday night downpour at this year's Building Man Festival was heavy enough to deal a fatal blow to any DJ's laptop on the nearby Solar Saucer (that solar-powered spaceship-looking contraption often seen around town at farmer's markets, Gallery Stroll and Park Silly Sundays). Umbrellas were getting blown inside out, and shoes were soggy.
Shane Stott and his Zen Float is a prime example of local innovation starting from a spirit of curiosity and learning. Stott built his first floatation tank in his own house using instructions he found online. After altering and perfecting his tank, Stott realized that his creation might interest others and Zen Float Company was born.