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Home In the Woods

Hey, y'all. I'm back at home tonight. Had a nice, if lengthy, trip. We used the northern route coming back which carved about 500 miles off the trip. We drove across Nebraska, my first visit to that state. It was rather pretty. I was struck by how few bugs and how low the humidity was compared with the southeast. As the elevation decreased after we left Wyoming and Colorado, my inner ear problems got better. We spent one night in Kansas City, which I am very familiar with, and I had something odd happen to me. I was standing outside a hotel and I had the strangest feeling, that I was in Nashville, Tennessee. It must have been that the area reminded me of a similar area in the volunteer state. It was quite pronounced, this feeling, and a little spooky.
While I was in Denver I saw a couple of things I'm not used to. Firstly, I went through a tunnel and there was a machine there that monitored your exhaust for emissions. I don't know if violators were issued a ticket or not. Secondly, on a toll road a sign informed me that a picture was taken of my license plate and a bill for the toll would be mailed to my home address. Later, at our motel in Cheyenne, we had to use our room key to get ice from the ice machine. Clearly, I haven't been getting out enough.
Tonight it was good to fire up the grill and cook some steaks and just be lazy. The best thing about traveling is that you enjoy being home more after a trip.
CE Wills

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