Dins, Wasco County back in the cult game.

[Q, West Coast Style]

Stay away from The Dalles' Sizzler. (Inside UL joke from the 80's).

And if your high school had a strong Yong Life presence like mine did, you will agree that the compound has Rajneesh potential again.

State sells land near former Rajneesh commune to youth camp
Posted by The Oregonian April 11, 2007 10:26AM
Categories: Breaking News
The state has agreed to sell a 480-acre parcel surrounded by the former Rajneesh compound in central Oregon to a Christian youth camp that now owns the defunct commune's land.

Since opening in 1998, the camp run by Colorado-based Young Life has leased the state land, which covers part of the compound's sewer lagoon.

"We're pleased we were able to come to an agreement with Young Life on this parcel," said Steve Purchase, assistant director of land management for the Department of State Lands. "Since this parcel is completely surrounded by land owned by Young Life, it makes sense for them to buy this acreage."

The State Land Board approved the land sale for $153,475.88. The state will retain mineral rights on the land.

The sewer lagoons were built by the Rajneeshees, the red-frocked
followers of the late Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, whose commune occupied the 100-square-mile former Big Muddy Ranch in the early 1980s.

The 65,000-acre Big Muddy was donated to Young Life by Montana
philanthropists Dennis and Phyllis Washington. They bought it at
auction after the Rajneesh commune dissolved following the prosecution of several members for the poisoning of public officials in a failed attempt to take over Wasco County government.

-- Matthew Preusch

[PSUFAN]

You guys getting red-frocked? I'll get red-frocked.

[Dinsdale]

I'll be extra cautious when reaching for the salt shakers on the Dryside.

[Derron]

I hauled fuel in there when the red rag heads had the place. My boss was just fuckin them hard on the price and we were hauling about 3 loads of diesel in there a day.

First time I went in there, they stopped me at the main gate and searched the truck cab. They [shocker] found a loaded .357[shocker] in the paper pouch and went nuts. Was going to arrest me, seize the truck, gun and fuel. Since I was still on a county road, I disagreed with them and walked out to use a phone in Antelope. Called the OSP, where a buddy happened to be serving his probationary period in that lovely area, AND had the distiction of being the only OSP trooper to have arrested the old BagOne for DUI about a month earlier, showed up to mediate the dispute.

He brought along a few other OSP boys, a couple of county boys packing shotguns and they got out and swaggered around fuckin with the old redheads. I gave him my piece to hold and went in and dumped the fuel. One of the red rag heads had to ride in the truck and make sure I had diesel (duh) in the tanks.

I knew another guy who about once a week on a real random schedule, took his Extra 45 plane, and flew inverted about 50 feet off the deck at their airstrip at about 200 knots. Fucking drove them nuts. He would come up the valley low and fast, flip it over, hit the smoke and just haul ass. They though they were being fucking straffed.

[Shlomart Ben Yisrael]

I hauled fuel in there when the red rag heads had the place. My boss was just fuckin them hard on the price and we were hauling about 3 loads of diesel in there a day.

First time I went in there, they stopped me at the main gate and searched the truck cab. They [shocker] found a loaded .357[shocker] in the paper pouch and went nuts. Was going to arrest me, seize the truck, gun and fuel. Since I was still on a county road, I disagreed with them and walked out to use a phone in Antelope. Called the OSP, where a buddy happened to be serving his probationary period in that lovely area, AND had the distiction of being the only OSP trooper to have arrested the old BagOne for DUI about a month earlier, showed up to mediate the dispute.

He brought along a few other OSP boys, a couple of county boys packing shotguns and they got out and swaggered around fuckin with the old redheads. I gave him my piece to hold and went in and dumped the fuel. One of the red rag heads had to ride in the truck and make sure I had diesel (duh) in the tanks.

I knew another guy who about once a week on a real random schedule, took his Extra 45 plane, and flew inverted about 50 feet off the deck at their airstrip at about 200 knots. Fucking drove them nuts. He would come up the valley low and fast, flip it over, hit the smoke and just haul ass. They though they were being fucking straffed.

Kind of like a Zyclone story, only with more Skoal.