On an icy mountain road, the winter sun set on my frozen thumb.  It was 1971 and I was seventeen, hitchhiking solo, chasing a dream, lost in a private struggle.  I had run away from the known (family and the trappings of home) toward the unknown (the open road and the hope of peace).  Another new target in my 3-month quest, this destination was different; no one awaited my arrival.  I was truly alone. By nightfall, I had begun my new life as a hippie chick in a Colorado ghost town.

Praise for Time It Was

Bob Weir says: "Nonnie Thompson's voice rings true. Her story is just about as genuine as they come." 

Wavy Gravy concurs: "This sweet book takes you, dear reader, far far out and off the grid, where concrete crumbles into wilderness. Here log cabins and tipis hold pioneering hippie folk to rock 'n' roll among the hard times and rainbows of their lives."