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I visited Bagby only once and it was absolutely magical.  I had recently moved from the east coast and entire experience was mind blowing, the raw beauty of the Pacific Northwest and it's people in all their autumn glory.  Everyone there was wonderful, upon arrival to the tubs I was immediately offered really amazing weed from a total stranger, I got soooo HIGH with that dude! I mean HIIIGH! The big trees and the mist, the cedar tubs, the naked bodies old and young, it was such a scene, It reaffirmed my sense of humanity, it sounds funny but it really did, it totally flipped a switch in my brain.  Where I come from a scene like that just isn't possible, ever.  My oldlady and I got high again right before we lay in the tubs, I took off my pants off in front of all those people and lay in the cedar tub with my oldlady and I felt so loved, so comforted, so free!  It was like a dream.  We lay for what seemed like forever holding each other and saying nothing just feeling the magic, REAL MAGIC.  We hopped out, walked about 50 yards, dipped into the woods and made love right their in the middle of all that beauty, I have never felt anything like it.  On the way home we stopped at Red Lobster and ate so much shrimp, what a tremendous ending to a tremendous day.  

     The spot is magical for a reason, it holds potential, it allows for all kinds of situations to erupt, not just safe family friendly ones and that's the beauty of it, one day may be quiet and lovely with no trash at all, the next it may be a drug scene with wild men and women drinking whiskey and shooting off their guns, that is the day you should maybe hit the road and find something else to do, your day there just wasn't meant to be, you aren't entitled to a good time every time.  Once you start making rules and charging money it strips away all the potential for freedom.  If we continue to give up free, beautiful spaces and places like this in order to have a antiseptic safe zone for squares, guaranteeing 365 days of family friendly good times the potential for magically surprising moments will be lost and that would be a sad world, kind of like New England.

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