Four years ago, my daughter Amethyst and I organized a trek to The Gorge for our tribe (nine of us came—though we adopted two along the way) to see Excision at Bass Canyon, a three-day camping EDM festival.
We did it again three years ago, this time bringing 21 people.
Last year, alas, we couldn’t go—so I decided to create a substitute: Bass Canyon Campout, much closer to home in Wallsburg, Utah.
It was such a hit, we brought it back this year. (Bass Canyon Campout #2!)
And as usual… it took a lot of work to put together—stress, logistics, and masculine focus, direction, and presence... not to mention feminine sensation, energy, and radiance.
I admit, I was stressed going into this one.
But then… we arrived.
Wednesday night, cooler than expected, and we gathered around the fire. I sat staring into the flame, and a deep sense of satisfaction filled me.
I had done it.
I had a vision. I worked that vision—planned it out, shaped it over months, navigated setbacks and unexpected storms—and arrived here, at the fire.
I built it.
And they came.
One by one, tribe members arrived Wednesday night, setting up their camps… and ultimately joining me by the fire. We had 2 camp cats, a number of dogs, a shift pod and a jelly fish.
That’s true satisfaction.
They came.
And sat with me around my fire.
Thursday… more tribe came.
Friday… even more.
All leading to the summit of the event—Friday Night Sacred Theater—where 37 people gathered around the fire and took turns sharing sacred moments of growth, challenge, and joy.
I got to see into their hearts… as they artfully expressed their individuality.
Then Saturday: kids everywhere (a four-year-old even ran me over with a motorcycle!). Cornhole, 9 Square, the music, the vibe, the people… full camp life.
And then the arc completes.
Sunday afternoon. We sit in circle—exhausted—and share our Roses, our Thorns, and our Leaves. A sacred closing ceremony, where each of us gets to be seen in our highs and lows, with a vision for what’s to come.
All the work I put into this… was WORTH IT.
I relaxed.
I opened up.
I surrendered to the essence of my desires.
And I was delivered a continual stream of joyous surprises and delights—miracle after miracle—all of them better than expected.
Soak it in.
Soak in your victories.
And feel into that potent and profound question on the adventure of our lives:
What’s next?
Let’s go.
—Jason