He was no longer a boy but not yet a man. He had yet to find his vision. He had just left the sweatlodge when it started to rain. He had purified his body. Now it was time to grab his blanket and start the journey. He headed west toward the black shilloette knowing he wouldn't be back for several days. He took nothing but his blanket and knife. All the rest would have to come from Mother Earth. As he walked and ran to the west the rain kept falling. This was unlike any summer rain he ever knew.