A big change

So now we are back to the semi's, resturants, traffic and stop lights. There are parts of this that I missed. I think we have more interaction with local people. And I finally got me some hash browns at a waffle house. Now we are officially in search of the crossroads. I feel like I am often at the crossroads. Contemplating direction, decisions. Every choice you make, you take one path and leave many other in traveled. Brad and I take trips like this, and backpacking too, as an attempt to strip away some of the daily grind and get to the core of ourselves. Riding the bike especially takes me to this place. I have to admit I have shed tears inside my helmet. Always always always years of joy. Yesterday it was gratitude for my dad. All through my life what he taught me about tools and machines has proven useful no one would accuse me of being a mechanic or woodworker, but compared to many, I know a fair amount. I have appreciated this when I know a way to apply leverage to a stick bolt, how to use a wrench in the optimal manner or how to start a vehicle on the cellinoid with a screwdriver.

I will call him to say thank you. And he will be embarassed. And he will know how much I love him.




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