A couple of winters before the one that's on the tip of our tongues, we all went walking around the woods near a waterfall whose name I always say wrong. We walked through ankle high snow, made it to the top of a small mountain, and took a shortcut home across half frozen rivers and private bunny hills. We stayed in a state park cabin made of fake wood while one of us put on the only thing that made those cold walls worth a damn.MP3: Bob Dylan - World Gone Wrong