LEARNING TO FLY
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
Pink Floyd from 1987's Momentary Lapse of Reason
We've got some pretty big bluffs on the JACKS FORK RIVER. I wonder who I could get to make a squirrel suit? Seriously; it's probably a good thing that this stuff was not around back in the day.