I don’t know if I was here.

I may have been here….waiting at the base of the rock….waiting for my friend Joel to come back down.

This big rock looks like something I’ve seen before….sometime a while ago.

One thing that I DO KNOW, though, is this:

THIS IS THE SAME MUSIC WE PLAYED AS MOTIVATION ON THAT TRIP TO THE WIND RIVER RANGE SO MANY YEARS AGO!!

HOW’D THIS PERSON GET THE SAME MUSIC WE PLAYED ON OUR TRIP?!

Nah….we played some Led Zeppelin…some old Johnny Cash….other stuff….on our trip to the Wind River Range.

That was a long time ago.

Lots of things have happened since the illustrious days of the “Road Dawg” tapes.

I really don’t know if I was here.

It might have been a different pointy, tall rock.

It must have been a much shorter rock….it didn’t seem like I had to wait all day for Joel to climb up and back down.

He’s not that good a climber….he’s not that fast.

Or….he’s a good climber….but….he’s not that fast.

It must have been a shorter rock.

Anyway….I might have been in the same place….but the minute I walked away from it, the place was already different.

Nothing stays the same….no matter how hard I try and get a grip on it.

I can’t corral time.

That was a good place…out West.

That was a good trip with a good friend.

Maybe I was here….sometime long ago.

Maybe….I was.