Funny how memories work.

One of the best memories I have is walking out of my tent at X-Day 4 or 5 at Brushwood campground. It was either the first or second time we’d gone.


Someone set up a dance party in the field. They rigged up a tent with a big parachute. Lots of driving beats were filling the campground through the night.

Then there was something mellow. They played Sweet Jane by the Cowboy Junkies.

I don’t think I’ll ever forget that night, suddenly calm. The dew on the grass getting your toes wet as Ennie and I walked over the ditch in front of our tent to the dome with out white gas lantern spill a pool of light around us. Smelling smoke of the dying campfires mixing with the mist in the night.

I don’t know why it stuck. But stick it did. Just a point in time. There. Then.

When I hear that song I get transported back to 2001 with my wet toes hugging Ennie in the dark. Camping. No worries.

I guess this is one of my happy places.