In the middle of the week, my friend T asked me if I wanted to get out of town. As a freelancer, my schedule was wide open and I said "Hell yes," deciding to save my work for when I came back. We had no real destination in mind, just the desire to go on a drive in T's super sweet '73 bus that was given the name of Doris. She was a sweet gal, but sounded like she could only go so far--and after a quick search on gps, we spontaneously rolled into Terrebonne, where the great Smith Rock resided.