Any Grateful Dead story you can tell with any certainty likely didn't happen./// If you insist, this one was quite clear, except for the exact personnel. Jerry did not join us, but Phil Lesh, Bob Weir & others were there. I worked in the concert hall at my college where they played. (because of that I occasionally got invited to after parties.). They had enjoyed playing so much, had a break in the schedule and announced that would be back for the next couple days and would play for free, so they weren't in a hurry to break things down. I told them that there was a really cool lake behind the hall & would show them the way down there, if they were up for an adventure. I knew the pathways through the woods, had good night vision (full moon)(hence they named me the Pathfinder). I led them down the rabbit hole to the lakes edge and we sat down on the sandy edge & hung out. Some natural substances were burned, some conversation ensued. I pulled out my harmonica and played while the steam rose from moon shiny surface of the lake. We enjoyed some quiet, taking it all in user the overhanging trees. Then, I think they realized that they didn't know me from Adam & didn't know the way back. A solitary shaky voice spoke up and said. "Do you think we can go back now?" I think that smoky stuff had worn off. I walked them back, I think there was a sense of relief. There it is, no embellishment.
