Saddle Up for a Long, Strange Trip

Howdy, man. Pull up a patch of dirt and tune in.

Y'all ever wonder how a scene like this gets started? Well, our journey began way out on the cosmic prairie of North Dakota. We’re talkin’ a place so mellow the wind was the headliner and the bison herd had its own righteous rhythm. The daily trip was less "Peace and Love" and more "Pass the Biscuits." It was a whole lotta cowboy, you dig?

But eventually, a soul gets a hankering for a different kind of trip. We saddled up and pointed our horses toward the sunrise, fixin' to go on a real long, strange journey. We learned that "far out" meant more than a distant silo on the horizon and that your tribe could be found in a dusty festival field. It was groovy.

For a minute there, we thought we were two different people. The straight-shootin' kids from the plains, and the flower children we’d become.

Then, we had a real cosmic "aha!" moment. We realized the lone star's need to roam free and the hippie's need for good vibes? It’s the same energy, man. This ain't our first cosmic rodeo, and we knew we couldn't be the only ones. The independent spirit of the cowboy and the free-thinking nature of the hippie are two sides of the same cool coin.

So we created High Noon Hippie. It's for all y'all who are a little bit country and a little bit cosmic. For the folks who know that "mellow out" and "giddy up" can exist in the same soul. It’s for anyone who refuses to let The Man fence in their good vibes.

So dig these threads, partner. We hope they're a groovy part of your journey.

Peace, y'all, and keep on truckin'..