Not aging hippies but aging lesbians. Somehow I think of aging hippies congregating in San Francisco, or in the hills of Vermont, but these women have chosen to retire in the usual spot--somewhere warm. First in Florida, now Alabama, living in pastoral seclusion. It reminds me of a Shaker colony--doomed to extinction.

The sad part is that their community seems to be founded on fear, but they're kind of endearing:

BEHIND the gate at Alapine, about five miles from the nearest town in the southern Appalachian mountains near Georgia, the women live in simple houses or double-wide trailers on roads they have named after goddesses, like Diana Drive. They meet for potluck dinners, movie and game nights and “community full moon circles” during which they sing, read poems and share thoughts on topics like “Mercury in retrograde — how is it affecting our communication?”