Drove through Gold Hill today, a dirt road mountain town about 20 minutes from Boulder that kinda looks like the set of a movie that takes place on the “frontier,” and ran out of gas. A nice fellow in the general store sold us some gas from his personal stash, then let us check out the kiva he built in his backyard, modeled after the ideas of this guy.
I’m no hippie, but it was really nice in there. Beautiful acoustics (notice singing bowls in the pic above).