Some songs have specific memories attached to them. This is one of those songs.
In the summer of 1981, when I had just turned 15 years old, I went on my first "high adventure" scouting hike/camp. We went to Copper Basin in the Sawtooth Mountains of central Idaho. We hiked several miles up into the mountains and set up our base camp (and "Cherry Hilton") near the banks of Long Lake. From that base, we spent the next several days engaged in fishing, day hikes, playing cards, and talking about girls.
The Copper Basin Crew: Yearsley, Scapell, me, Chris, the Tripp Brothers, Banyas, Uncle Ken, and Dean. (Not pictured: Chuck.) |
Looking back, it was pretty irresponsible, both on my part and on the part of our leaders. (And we had several adult leaders on this trip.) It was probably not the wisest thing to have a 15 year old boy with no wilderness experience wandering around the mountain landscape by himself. But, there I was.
I took off hiking up a ridge to the south of our camp at Long Lake. Up there, I found majestic mountain beauty. There were green meadows and mountain ponds nestled beneath the rugged Sawtooth peaks. And, I found solitude. I don't think I saw another soul during my solo hike, which is a rarity, even up in the untamed wilderness. (As we found out a couple years later during the infamous nude sunbathing incident.)
It was an almost spiritual experience for me; the closest I've ever been to being "one with nature." (Not that I could have survived in that state for very long before desperately needing to return to camp to eat one of my pre-packed dehydrated meals.)
And while I was having this "Rocky Mountain High" experience, the song that kept going through my brain was "Mister Kingdom" by ELO. "I can dream of flying high, above the city's cares, and never be afraid of anyone, 'cause there ain't no one there."
It was one of the most peaceful times I've ever had, and I often think of it when I hear this song.
"Looking from this empty room, the corridors of endless gloom go crawling through the night to meet the dawn that's on its way. Oh, to sleep, perchance to dream, to live again those joyous scenes, the laughter and the follies that are locked inside my head."
COMING UP NEXT: A cold, refreshing beverage.