I went up the mountain to find goodness knows what. I thought it would change my life, in a way it did. The journey to Mammoth was heartrendingly beautiful. It was the stuff songs are made of. The landscape changed every one and half miles. I wondered how long it would take to walk to the mountain on the side of the road, before being killed by a rattle snake or raped by white trash. I wanted to go search for red indians, and prospect for gold.