CHAD BOWLIN - AUTHOR
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To date, Chad has published two books.​
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Until the Dust Settles

Disillusioned by the break-up of his marriage and yearning to go somewhere, anywhere, the author booked himself a trip to Paris, and eventually Yugoslavia. And it was there, following a chance meeting with a mysterious man in an Egyptian cotton weave leisure suit, that would change his fortunes and life, forever.

In his riveting new book that’s part memoir, part travelogue, and part international thriller, Chad Bowlin’s amazing adventure is almost too peculiar to be believed. In the book, the reader is transported all over the world to many exotic and distant locations – from the highest altitudes to treacherous rivers to tumultuous waterfalls and then south of the equator to the end of the world. And through it all, his journey becomes one of personal discovery, a search for meaning, and his own opportunity for individual atonement.

"Spinning around the cliffs and curves of the Dalmatian coast en route to Dubrovnik, Yugoslavia……a ravishing, sensuous woman at my side in some of the most beautiful spots in the world……I must be happy……I must. The rage is alive inside, burning to hurt something, someone. Is there such a thing as temporary insanity?"

Until the Dust Settles is a story explained as true to fact, life-changing, life-altering, life-enhancing, and anything but forgetful.

Welcome to “The Dust.”

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Swamp Water, Abalone Shells, Basted Eggs, Sow Belly, and Nettles

Written in 1992, this is a memoir of a lone eight year old boy being raised by his great grandmother. Several hundred years ago there were Indians and ponies in the Hill Country of Southern California . . . in an area between Temecula and Warner Hot Springs. They were peaceful people with existence in a mountainous, temperate, beautiful climate having only to work and prepare for the moons ahead. There were no warring factions or invaders then. It was a joy to live. 

"Then the White Man came. The “Butterfield Stage" rumbled right through here and ended in Oak Grove nearby. My relatives helped settle this territory. I am very proud to be a fifth generation Californian. I sat on my Great, Great Grandmother Lucia's lap, and I have the pictures to prove it. I am not at all proud of the White Man Coming. I know where the Red Man made his arrowheads and stored his cooking pots and ollas. In respect, I will not tell."

This story is of the Hill Country as I saw it. The Red Man is there today. The "Reservation” is not a home, it is a place to stay. Few of God's Red Children are left. The hills are beautiful, but empty.
What can I say?
I can remember, and I have. It feels good to remember. It can hurt to forget. A joy to live...and a joy to die.
Don't ever say "Good-bye"; say ..... “SO long. "


July 2021 Press Release
NOW available in Hard Copy!!
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