In Central City's annual Rolling Festival, a unique blend of miners and hippies come together to honor tradition and spirituality. Participants line the roads, kicking strangers in homage to God, while rolling down in anonymity, symbolizing surrender to the journey ahead. Amidst the celebration, cautionary whispers warn against standing out, yet moments of unexpected kindness, like a girl offering a pot, punctuate the festivities. As the day concludes, participants reach the end, embraced by the cheers of miners and hippies alike. Even lying amidst sewage, there's a sense of communal blessing, underscoring the festival's enduring spirit of camaraderie and tradition.