The tale of Rupertina and the Bumbling Booberry

The tale begins as two kids from the US of A decide to venture to a faraway island where english has found a peculiar twang and the biggest road only has two lanes. Looking for adventure and a wisdom that may only remain in the wildness that has been all but tamed in the states, they set out together, eager to enlist in the University of The World.

Of course, it is difficult to leave the Oregon homeland without a little bit of home coming along for the ride. Adam and I found ourselves in the company of the Bumbling Blueberry, an amazing specimen made by Mother, a grapefruit sized blueberry that is ever so sweet and filled with words of love, luck and inspiration. Really, we'd be lost without the blueberry, it is our guide back home.

On the kiwi front, it serves as a place to rest my head and helps us communicate with our other traveling companion, Rupertina. Who else but a bumbling berry could navigate us through the whims of a 20 year old van and remind us to putter along and enjoy bumbling slowly through the backcountry to the beat of a relaxed reggae rhythm? It has already proved useful as we unintentionally insulted Rupertina, who then left us stranded atop a mountain pass, during the choosing of her name. Rupert, we decided, was a fitting apellation for such an endearing yet ugly, bent out of shape old beater with a front fender that curves up into a snarl. The blueberry kindly informed us, a little too late, that he was a she, and so Rupertina recieved her name and we eventually made amends and found our way back down the hill.

Our lucky, laid back traveling party will soon hit the road again. The nets are laid at Marble Point and our work is just about done, soon we will head North to Nelson where a Festival of Opportunities awaits. After enjoying yoga, art, holistic style workshops and a few of our friends from Festival Past we are going to check out the wet west coast and enjoy some grub, literally, at the Wild Foods Fest where we are volunteering for a weekend of Kiwi mayham (or so we've heard...)