When I pulled into Dana’s front yard, I noticed that the rain had dissipated to a fine mist. Julie got out and put Dana’s pack in the back of the SUV, as Dana climbed in the front passenger seat beside me. As I drove up the ramp onto the interstate, the sun began peeking through the clouds. Oh Lord, please don’t let anything happen to me out on the rocks today. I tuned the radio to my favorite classic country station and set the cruise control to sixty-five miles per hour. My heart began to pound and my hands grew clammy, as my mind kept wandering back to that day I fell off the rocks.