For several days a short movie of a memory has been popping into my conscious mind. It's of a very specific stretch of dirt road. It's in a semi-desert geography. It's in the middle of the day and sunny. The road is slightly downward with an embankment about thirty feet high on the left and a drop off on the right about fifteen feet down. The road makes a tight righthand switchback where an arroyo joins the road. There's a place to boondock in that arroyo, but it's already occupied. I had hoped to camp there, having scouted it out on Google Maps satellite view. I continue on the road another quarter mile or so before turning around and going back the way I came.
The thing is, as I search back through my travel memories, I can't figure out where that road and arroyo would be. Is the memory false, or is there something wrong with my ability to recall when and where an authentic memory happened? I'm getting old.