Journey To Ecotopia
On board US flight 26 NYC to Reno May 3. As I start is adventure I head to the last American city before the mountains and Ecotopia. Time as healed the wound between the US and Ecotopia. The model of successful secession has been tired with mixed results around the world. The counter example is the union of the Scandinavian countries, who were practically one people already. The shortage of Western goods of fruit, lettuce, wine, cotton, paper, lumber and other western goods products what came after the break up of the former states of Washington, Oregon, and Northern California. This has added to the Economic troubles of the United States. Ecotopia is Americas opposite, we grow are population and wealth, Ecotopia stays stable. Many rumors abound about Ecotopia, such as no death by pollution. The death in the united states has declined but still remains at a tragic number. My job for the next 6 weeks is to explore Ecotopia and find out as much of it as possible.

Reno has become a shithole. Without California gambling went to Vegas. Asked around about Ecotopia people here are indifferent to Ecotopia, I talked to a cowboy who say that he and some of his friends have gone over the mountains passes to get girls, he says they friendly but they all have guns. Not surprisingly Ecotopia is extremely casual, thank god for jeans and wool t shirts.

WEST OF BORDER
I am now riding an Ecotopia train from Tahoe to San Francisco, the first American to do so. No planes are allowed over  Ecotopia except for 1 airport that allows planes to come in to Ecotopia, although it is 40 miles from the city. Flights into Ecotopia  go over water routs. Flights heading to Hawaii go via LA. The train system here is fast and constant. The frontier is a rustic with a  wooden gate that a ford truck could easily take down. A small stone building is the guard house. Two young men in unimpressive uniforms checked my papers and duffle bag, they did not find my 45 thank god.
I think the guy say a slight sillowet of my gun because he told how safe
Journey To Ecotopia
On board US flight 26 NYC to Reno May 3. As I start is adventure I head to the last American city before the mountains and Ecotopia. Time as healed the wound between the US and Ecotopia. The model of successful secession has been tired with mixed results around the world. The counter example is the union of the Scandinavian countries, who were practically one people already. The shortage of Western goods of fruit, lettuce, wine, cotton, paper, lumber and other western goods products what came after the break up of the former states of Washington, Oregon, and Northern California. This has added to the Economic troubles of the United States. Ecotopia is Americas opposite, we grow are population and wealth, Ecotopia stays stable. Many rumors abound about Ecotopia, such as no death by pollution. The death in the united states has declined but still remains at a tragic number. My job for the next 6 weeks is to explore Ecotopia and find out as much of it as possible.

Reno has become a shithole. Without California gambling went to Vegas. Asked around about Ecotopia people here are indifferent to Ecotopia, I talked to a cowboy who say that he and some of his friends have gone over the mountains passes to get girls, he says they friendly but they all have guns. Not surprisingly Ecotopia is extremely casual, thank god for jeans and wool t shirts.

WEST OF BORDER
I am now riding an Ecotopia train from Tahoe to San Francisco, the first American to do so. No planes are allowed over  Ecotopia except for 1 airport that allows planes to come in to Ecotopia, although it is 40 miles from the city. Flights into Ecotopia  go over water routs. Flights heading to Hawaii go via LA. The train system here is fast and constant. The frontier is a rustic with a  wooden gate that a ford truck could easily take down. A small stone building is the guard house. Two young men in unimpressive uniforms checked my papers and duffle bag, they did not find my 45. The guy must have saw a something that resembled my gun because he told my how safe  Ecotopia is. He then handed me a booklet for tourist, it was nice with its artwork in it. The guard said in a friendly tone "relax it's a free country" "my friend I've been in a hell of a lot stranger place than this country and I relax when I feel like it. If your finished with my paper, I'll be on my way" I grabbed my duffle bag and started on a 20 mile hike to train station, as I had a feeling that if my taxi crossed I would get another lecture that I was in no mood for. It was a nice day, it was late afternoon when I arrived at
the train station. A large Wooden building with the feeling of a ski lodge. The trains are small and run out of the basement. The train cars had no seats, but plenty of plants, which all people aboard could identify in Latin.  The train also featured recycling bins which everybody used correctly. Latter on some skiers came aboard with long wooden skies. Boeing has made these trains after the break up and at the orders of the  Ecotopian government.  These trains run a few inches above the ground, powered by magnet, with large viewing windows, with lush carpets on the floor. When the trains stop they stop for about a minuet and then of they go. And as the train went we go to farming country. These farms are small and quaint, made out of stone and resemble European farms rather than those of Iowa or New England. With livestock grazing in open fields.

Ecotopians appear to be out of the gold rush. The streets have creeks running down them. Odd hats, weird hair, jackets, vests, legging, tights, and I think I saw a cod piece? Embroidery is common with small shells or feathers or patchwork, they reuse most of there clothes. The people here are what you might say um "overemotional" women stair into your eyes on the street. Emotions run very strong here. The anonymity that allows us to live together has been replaced by Ecotopians being demanded to be treated like people instead of machines.

THE STREETS OF ECOTOPIA'S CAPITAL CITY SAN FRANCISCO
San Francisco, May 5, Walking out of the train station into the new city of San Francisco, Ecotopia, NOT Sand Francisco, USA. The first thing I notice was how quite it is. Nothing that is heard in an American city is heard hear. I grabbed my duffle bag and headed out to see the new San Francisco.
Racks filled with a free painted bikes dot the city, trees fill the city, creeks run down the street, electricity seems to power the PUBLIC transportation which is also crossed with bumper cars, news stands sell a variety of reading materials, public art also decorates the streets.  Every time I tell someone I'm an American and ask a question they have me a lecture, and there a total douche about it to, they call it "social cost". The streets are still full of people, not in the American sense but packed non the less. The once office buildings have become residential, there filled with family's, the suburban track having been sacked for raw materials and converted info rural land. Denim, fur, leather, sandals, and gypsy skirts for women, are the clothing one sees on the streets.

My hotel room old but it has running water and electricity so its not that bad. The toilet is the old fashioned wooden pull handle with the tank above. Surprisingly the phone in the room is better than are own. The matters sucks but the comforter is fantastic.