Oh, my, the Camp Coho tape! I thought I was the only person in the world who still has that tape. Well, except for Janis and Heidi and Kat and T.R. and Jill! If you want bucketfuls of moments like that, drag yourself to the Puget Sound Guitar Workshop next summer. (If you've already been, of course, then you already know.) For me, it's always been Luther Schutz' song "On Your Way Home", which I first heard around a PSGW campfire in 1986, sung by Janet Peterson and Marie Eaton and the rest of Motherlode, with Richard Sholtz' autoharp floating above the voices. I know just what you mean, Mary Ann. I think that many of those songs are very situation-dependent, but when the situation is right, they're golden. And then, once you've felt the magic, the song brings it back to you almost every time.