I'm new here. And I just put this together. I saw the band 27 times between VT-R40 (from age 20 to 33). In March of 2016 I was in Death Valley for one of my twice yearly hiking trips. Everything was going well, I was logging lots and lots of miles. Rush will always be a big part of my music to listen to while driving the long, desolate, desert roads. I awoke one morning inside of my tent at Texas Spring campground to a voicemail from my mother informing me that, unfortunately, my feather had committed suicide that morning. I quickly made plans to go back home a day early (the next day). I didn't have anything else to do except leave for my hotel in Lost Wages for my new flight back the next morning. So I did what I planned on. I hiked. And I cranked up Vapor Trails (the remix of course, my ears are precious!). I hiked for my life that day. 18 miles in 92 degree heat with Neil's lyrics keeping me going. I must have played that album 8 times. Neil's tragedies gave me just what I needed to begin processing my own. And for that I will be forever grateful. I put one entry in my journal that night. It was this. "Have you lived a lifetime today Or do you feel like you just got carried away?"
