And fun memories were made. Many of which I witnessed, made me miss the Cowboy even more than I usually do the days we are unable to be together. But overall, a beautiful day in a serene setting over fine wine and with good friends. Blessed.
I have sincerely had this song stuck in my head now for days.
Sit in that six lane backed up traffic
Honks are honking, I’ve about had it
I’m looking for an exit sign
Gotta get out of here, get it all off my mind
And like a memory from your grandpa’s attic
A song comes slippin’ through the radio static
Changing my mood, a little George Strait 1982
And it makes me wanna take a back road
Makes me wanna take the long way home
Put a little gravel in my travel
Unwind, unravel all night long
Makes me wanna grab my honey
Tear down some two-lane country, who knows
Get lost and get right with my soul
Makes me wanna take, makes me wanna
Take a back road.
– Rodney Atkins, Take a Backroad
I’m thinking the fact this has been just spinning in my head must be a sign. That, at the very least, I need a vacation.
It’s a few years old now ..
But as I was looking back through photos for something that might go with yesterdays post, I came across this one of my daughter at our friends ranch near Dillon, Montana.
And just want my daughter to know, it will always be one of my favorites of her. A reminder of a simpler time and place in our lives. But also just a simple, wonderful place we go as often as we can. Where the pace is as fast as you want to go. Where it’s tough to be in cell range. But you can be as connected as you want to be. Where neighbors can be found in each other’s small shops sipping coffee, grabbing a beer .. or with the whole family and a dish to pass at the fairgrounds .. everyone keeping an eye on each others kids, keeping them honest, but allowing room for a lot of fun, where people work hard but say they wouldn’t have it any other way.
I love the city. Big cities. Small cities. I love the culture. I love the food. I’m a huge fan of people watching. I love the hustle and bustle. The buzz. The Cowboy, when we first met, worried a bit about the fact I rarely sit still.
‘Sure’, I’ve told him. ‘I love this – on one level. There is always somewhere to go, something to do or family and friends to see .. ‘
But there is a lot to be said, for taking a backroad.
And at some point, only God knows when, I’m looking forward to that being more a part of my daily commute.