The Last Stop

For a long time after my family moved away, I had zero desire to visit my hometown. I felt disconnected from it and like an outsider when I was there. Many of my childhood friends have returned there to raise their families and it has once again become I place I love to go. I stay in town with Andrew and Cat or across the river in Vermont with Adam and Lyn, depending on what's going on and how I'm feeling. This time I stayed for 3 nights, visiting with many friends, swimming in ice cold lakes, wandering out to a stunning view somewhere in Jefferson with the usual suspects, and eating my weight in vegetables. On the way out I drove my usual route past the house in which I grew up, then out Pleasant Valley, a beautiful, quiet space with a dirt road winding between homes, past Mount Cabot, and on into Jefferson and the paved road home.