I never get tired of driving down this lane, the mountain never changes but the sky is never the same: sometimes clear, sometimes stormy, but always beautiful.

When we were first married my wife, bless her soul, planted these wildflowers along the lane. She’s been gone for fifteen years now but they remind me of her.

You can’t see them from here, but around that bend, beyond those trees are 500 hundred head of the finest sheep in this part of the state. This old pickup has seen its years but it still gets the job done. I wouldn’t want to bring my new rig out here and get it all dusty and scratched up.

Yes sir, 2,000 acres of solitude away from the hustle and bustle of the city, if you could call our town of 15,000 a city. Our nearest neighbor is close enough to be neighborly but far enough away to heave solitude. You can call me a hermit if you like, it don’t make no never mind to me. This is my life and I like it just the way it is. One day the Good Lord will call me home, and that will be just fine with me.