Bruce Lee Bond

Hippie Hill Bruce Lee Bond

'...your magic carpet time travel trip through all the thrills and dangers of the 1970s! I hated coming down from this book.'

Rebecca A. Goodrich, award-winning poet and author of Emergency Rations: How One Young Tail Gunner Survived World War Two

'A great story about adventures and love of two teen hippies. Bruce Lee Bond turns out to be a master wordsmith.'

Marcin Dolecki, author of Philosopher's Crystal

'Hippie Hill Or How I Spent My Vacation by Bruce Lee Bond is a trip in the absolute best sense of the word. A pure page turner, there is simply no lulls or slowdown in Bruce Bond's prose. I was completely taken in by this amazing story of young, summer love and was left both engrossedand fascinated by a culture that has so often been glazed over by superficial tales that barely scratch the surface. But in the case of Hippie Hill Or How I Spent My Vacation it does far more than scratch, it takes you deep beneath that surface.'

Jonathan R. Rose, author of Carrion

When you owe a historical work to those who lived it and the entire genre doesn't previously exist it's really gratifying to have so much interest. Hippie Hill, or How I Spent My Vacation is a runaway teenage romp in the early seventies that stumbles into the real outlaw counterculture of the day you were never meant to know about. The psychedelics, the guiltless sex, the early pot industry in isolated mountains of the Northwest, radical refugees from the sixties hiding on mining claims and old homesteads, a girl who runs around nearly naked in the summer with an old Colt Peacemaker on her hip while high on acid, a sixteen-year-old Olympic gymnast fleeing an abusive coach, a haunted mountain where a goddess just might dwell, the wilderness, Manson's last girls looking for recruits, a band of bad guys who beheaded two people in real life and a shootout between a mellow black pot grower with a white girlfriend and his old friend who's become a fanatical Muslim in the main street of a little town once called the capital of the counterculture.

And it all happened.