Getting a little homesick in the Restless West
Man, I love it out here. Long's Peak in Rocky Mountain National Park is the nearly omnipresent pinnacle on the western horizon, and spring is about to explode in all its glory here on the Front Range. I'm about to slink away for a while and explore a part of the Utah canyon country I've never explored before, and, as usual, it'll be truly sublime.
But I can't escape the fact that 1,700 miles east, out where the cypress knees poke above the swamp, the azaleas are blooming right now and soon the rhododendrons will display a pink magnificence unparalleled west of the Smokies. The aroma of that tang mustard-based barbeque tempts me.
I'm like most other people out here... I'm from somewhere else. And every once in a while, my original home beckons.
So, my partner and I are taking at trip in a few months back to both our old homes, north Georgia and coastal South Carolina. Both beautiful places, full of culture and history for good or for ill. But I wouldn't want to live there again.
Random thoughts on a warm spring day. In a few days, I'll have dispatches from one of my favorite corners of Utah.
Check back soon...