I was sitting down at this waterfall in the middle of the Adirondack wilderness, watching the ever so fascinating waves flow and the fluttering leaves on the trees, all alone.

I was listening to the Grateful Dead’s Dire Wolf, singing along, Please don’t murder me! I was giggling. A man stood looking over from the ledge, wondering if I was just very high or was suffering from schizophrenia. But I didn’t care, he walked away and I was giggling thinking about how much fun I’m having with old Jerry Garcia record.