I wasn't thrilled about spending my Saturday driving two hours to the Duchense County Convention, that is until I started to drive.


I can't remember where it was that my Ipod played, You Can't Always Get What You Want, by the Rolling Stones, but I do remember smiling when I realized that I was receiving exactly what I needed this day.


I can't remember where it was that my Ipod played, You Can't Always Get What You Want, by the Rolling Stones, but I do remember smiling when I realized that I was receiving exactly what I needed this day.
The gate above really made me think, "Miller's Outpost, how perfect"
I drove through spring, than winter, than spring again. My plan was to drive home as quickly as possible, but that thought disappeared quickly, and I believe completely. It was a good day
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