two hundred twenty three

Wide berms, sunshine, fresh air, 4000 miles ahead of me and I'm wearing sunglasses.

two hundred twenty two

A part of America I missed so much. The back roads are the reason I do this. Every place has a flavor, but the smells and sounds of the country are my favorite. The trees are more evergreen, the barns are a little different, but it's all familiar to this country boy at heart.