Stan Holt took me off into the Redwoods along the Russian River for a weekend of lectures, concerts, plays, fine dining, fun and fellowship with members of a club which shall remain nameless. The members abandon care when they enter their summer camp and stomp on the little spiders they find weaving webs. All very cryptic, sure, but a nice decoy to keep the rest of the world wondering what really does go on in the Bohemian Grove............? Here's a peek into the camp I was in and some of the guys. My greatest joy was learning how to play dominos for money.
