September Interlude: Berries, Belaying and Bongs
" You know my brothers and I was raised in Cincinnati, you know Cincinnati, Ohio And I remember when we were kids, you know, we used to walk To the woods, you know, and go black berry picking Swinging our baskets on our arms Skipping on down the road, you know And Kelly used to have an expression he used to say back then And we made a song our of that expression I remember the words of it It used to go a little like this The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice.. ." (Isley, Isley & Isley) We hadn't traveled far down the old road from the Barrett-Stoddard parking area when the first wafts of pungency came up from the creek down below, someone getting high by means other than climbing, if you know what i mean. We didn't see anyone around, though the scent, and the many cars in the parking area, were evidence enough they were there. We paused briefly to look down at the falls before continuing on, clouds falling down over the peaks all around. The woods were da...
