I can hardly believe it has been 10 years since this wonderful show at Red Rocks. We gathered forces from all over the continent to attend one weekend of bliss at one of the US's (if not the world's) greatest venues. The weather was fine, and the summer heat was long gone.

It's weird, to me, how many people carped on and on about "fake Jerry" and all that, including Mickey and Billy. Too bad, as they were missing out. JK is the real deal, and he shines, here, pulling out some great jams and electric dynamics with Phil and Bob. Ending the second set on an absolute monster, 20-minute Other One was an interesting choice, as much as it was unlike anything I'd ever heard.

For me, this show is defined by High on a Mountain and Mountain Song. After many, many delays, when my little plane touched down in Maine, and I was riding the ferry back to an island in the gathering autumn darkness after this weekend, these were the songs that were still reverberating through me.

"High on a mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life have flown
High on a mountain, wind blowing free
Dreamin' on the days that used to be

As I look at the valleys far below
They are green just as far as I can see
As my memories return, oh how my heart does yearn
For you and the days that used to be"

Just reading these lyrics, now, 10 years (where does the time go?) after seeing this incarnation of "the Dead" I couldn't have imagined existing prior to that time, I am verklempt. We were blessed to have attended this, and I miss my people with whom I was in attendance.

Furthur was a blessing, and 2010 was their peak, IMHO (not that '11, '12, and '13 don't have their moments worthy of your attention). Life moves on at a rapid pace, and in 2020 we are left wondering what happened to this once great land. It's ripe time for nostalgia indeed.

Please play loudly and crank up the bass!