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Dave Brink and I were riding home - from Edmonton Canada.
In August/Sept of 1969.

The highway was newly paved.  Bridges were not completed
in some places, we were detoured around the construction.
It was a desolate road.  There was scarcely any traffic.
After 3 or 4 days, we reentered "civilization" - a little
resort sort of place.  We had dropped some acid earlier
in the day. We found a hamburger joint, our first real meal
since leaving Edmonton.  We were eating our burgers.  A
young man approahed our table and struck up a conversation.
After a few preliminaries during which he found out we were
riding from Edmonton, he asked us how long we had been traveling.
The concept of time was somewhat of a challenge to me. I
remembered seeing a moose some number of days ago -but how
many days ago?  I was making splendid progress on the question.
Then I noticed the young fellow was regarding me.
He sized up my mental state and carefully and quietly and
slowly said "Today is Wednesday."