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The Pan-handle protruded t-square like, from Stanyan Street, for the whole length of the Haight/Ashbury district. I would cross Stanyan, walk through the Hippy Hill area, past the tennis courts, through a well kept gardened wooded area of tall pine and Eucalyptus trees; down a hill, across a little used street, and then down a dirt foot trail, through a long narrow overgrown wooded valley, past a pond with Lilly pads, tulle weeds and scum green water, then up trail and out.
It was in this little valley late one afternoon that I encountered a strange group of hippies. I was resting, seated half standing on a three foot high stump, when about six or seven women, all of around twenty years of age give or take, and two guys came down the trail. The woman were all in hippie dress, long hair and flowery skirts, some with summer hats, beads and sandals. The girls came over to me and did a song and skip dance around me, not saying a word directly to me. The best way to describe them was they were very catty, acting like giggly grade school girls. Their inhibitions seemed to be missing and even though six women might seem something a male like myself should be interested in --- the weird vibes they were putting out was stay away.
The two guys remained on the trail watching. They were dressed in dark colors, funky but not hippy except for their hats. The one in front was taller serious looking. The second was short with a smile on his face and gleam in his eye. The girls skipped away and they all left as quickly as they had come, never having said a word directly to me nor me to them.
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