Going home.... the words always conjure up something good if you were lucky enough to have a good home.
Does any of your family still live around there?
Those skies do seem to go on forever. I like the grass growing out of the fence post/stump.
I had to google the jetboil. I have heard you say it before and understood your use of it, but didn't know what it looked like. Now I do.
Sounds like you spent your weekend balancing out against the stresses of the workweek.
Nah Jace, I'm the only one in my family that lives in South Australia now so going home is more about the area, those familiry dirt roads and the feel of being in places I recall and love so much. It was a really nice day today and one I needed. The Big Dog liked stretching its legs too.
I know this is not quite the same, because I live within the same little towns that I was born and raised in, but not near the neighborhoods I actually lived. On rare occasion I will ride back through those areas, look at all the changes and all the things that are still basically the same as it was when I grew up there. It is a beautiful feeling and seeing it brings back so many memories of my childhood, so close and easily remembered in my mind, but so far away in years.
Glad you chose to go and that it turned out to be a good day.
It's the memories that mean the most I guess. As I drove to places I went as a kid today it brought them flooding back and it brought with it that happy feeling of good times. You get it as you describe the same thing above.