The Big Rock Candy Mountain

When I was a kid climbing the Big Red Rock was a big deal. Every spring we would have a picnic under its shadow and then I would do my best to struggle up to the top. Of course in reality you can ride your horse or four-wheeler up the backside, but as a kid I didn't know that. I thought I was doing some major rock climbing. When I got to the top I always thought I could see forever. Then I got to hear stories about Grandpa hunting for beads left by Indians atop that rock. Grandma used to sing "The Big Rock Candy Mountain" when I was little. The picture in my head was always the Big Red Rock. I couldn't think of a place any more perfect. When I went to college the Big Red Rock became a symbol of home. Today I climbed the Big Red Rock just for fun. The view is still spectacular. Honestly, I still feel a sense of accomplishment. It was a still a gorgeous view. Some things change, somethings don't, and sometimes the change is all in the eye of the beholder.