Presbyterian College recently opened a branch in Russellville, Arkansas. It was near Crawford Elementary—where Rock attended third and fourth grade—about three-quarters of a mile east of the Arkansas Tech campus.
Rock had walked there from a fast-food Mexican restaurant on El Paso Street and found it looked remarkably similar to the University of Arkansas campus in Fayetteville, with the same rolling hills he remembered from graduate school. The school's athletic teams were known as the Red Skin, which reminded Rock of the main campus, Presbyterian College in South Carolina, whose mascot were the Blue Hose.
On his way back to the Mexican Restaurant, Rock got lost in a maze of city streets and dense woodlands. He at last came upon a cliff from which he could see the neighborhoods near Tech, but to get to them would demand he leap into the top of a one-hundred-foot tree. As dangerous as he knew that would be, the climb from the top and height of the lowest branches would also put him in peril. Rock did not believe he was likely to survive this descent, but he knew of no other route back to civilization.
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