Epilogue

Part 1 a '69 Chevy truck, making its way slowly up the old logging road, centipede crawl, the scent of the pines... to a small clearing, where we set up camp. pitched the tent, gathered wood for the fire. enough daylight left, we began the climb, up the steep grade to the top... the cry of the bobcat, startles... then laughter, and we moved on up. an old rattlesnake sunning, careful, go 'round. we stood on the face of rock, looking down through the gorge. the air pure and heady, the silence overwhelmed. two hawks gliding down beneath us. for a moment then, timeless... i'd almost forgotten, till a few drops of rain on this morning's windshield, brought it all back!