Let's see, where was I? Oh yes! Just over there, across that plain, is a large mountain, it shouldn't take too long to get there. And just over that mountain, which won't take long to climb, is. . . .and so on. We drove for another 45 minutes or so and we hit a road, a road that with all degree of certainty, was our road. And onto that road, Dawn, Ryan, Jeff, Juneau, and I turned in the Subaru Outback, in all of it's all-wheel drive splendor. It wasn't a dirt road. No, not yet. I thought about you and wondered how I ended up on this road. How the hell did I end up on this road, in the middle of, ostensibly, nowhere, over 1700 miles from you? But here we were, there was no denying it, and yet I could hardly believe that you ever existed. "And the funny thing is, by now you don't," I thought. "And nor do I," I thought, "and they don't matter anymore, these ideas about who you are and who I am."
As we made our way down that road I remembered that night, both of us sitting there across the table from one another, your ID and your money in my back pocket, wearing the most ridiculous outfits and looking at each other after we'd ordered our beer and wondering what we were going to do about the other.
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