During the rest of the year you can bring family, friends and business guests to the Grove. The grove has its own private beach on the Russian River,
actually on the opposite side of the river and away from any public access beaches. The grove has a skeet shooting range as well. There are miles of
private hiking trails. And of course the redwoods. Who wouldn’t refuse an invitation to come stay in a private redwood grove?
What goes on during the grove encampment?
My source tells me it’s a whole lotta drinking and bull#ting. The motto “Weaving Spiders Come Not Here!” is relatively adhered to, at least
among the circles he runs with. But there is one caveat: To us little people a rule meaning no business is to be conducted means exactly that. To the
rich and powerful at the Grove, while no one sits down and hammers out a merger, casual shop talk is normal social interaction. People line things up
for future business dealings constantly, and most likely without even thinking they are weaving at all.
The Grove provides a variety of entertainment beyond drinking. There are all-male plays produced which generally are lowbrow and vulgar to one extent
or another (you are working with a drunk audience of men playing woodsman after all). There are lakeside talks from leaders in military, politics,
and business, as well as more philosophical and esoteric talks. The grove hosts daily open topped bus tours of the grounds, there are hiking trails, a
skeet range, and swimming of course.
I asked my source directly about prostitutes. While he couldn’t discredit accounts from the past (and even admitted they were probably true) in his
experience at the grove he had not seen anything to make him believe that it was currently happening.
Cremation of Care
As to the cremation of care…If there is a deeper conspiracy to the grove and it’s CoC ceremony, the rank and file Bohemians aren’t privy to the
secret. My friend’s attitude when asked about it was dismissive, that it was just a way to represent the idea of letting go of outside life for a
while and enjoying the camp. He wasn’t defensive or secretive or worried about me asking. He obviously didn’t really care about it at all, it
was nothing of interest to him. He said it’s just part of the experience, and everyone’s too drunk to really pay attention anyhow.
As for me, I saw the owl, and it’s not that impressive. The lake is tiny, a pond really. Not exactly some outdoor satanic Molok worshipping temple
you’d expect. Not that you couldn’t worship an ancient pagan god there, but you’d think it would be a little more impressive if they were
really trying to buddy up with the dark forces. I mean they definitely have got the resources to do it right…
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) and even
the uber powerful need to blow off steam sometime. If they can do some planning and brainstorming over beers at the campfire, all the better.
