To the county line

I love where I’m from. The sprawling wheat fields, the empty roads, and the endless sky. It’s my home and it’s my happy place.

Sometimes I feel like I’m too attached, too connected… But I love this place. Love the refreshing, no care in the world, kind of feeling it radiates.

And people who know me and my family…we take great joy in our country road cruises. What route is it going to be tonight? Head up HWY 21 and by the Washtucna grain elevator? Or drive to the county line and back on that field road that’ll kick the dirt up?

To the county line.. that phrase makes my heart sing. Growing up, I always knew this was my home. Hatton road – surrounded by wheat fields and dust devils…

I want to experience life. Travel. Grow. Learn. But in the end. This will always be my HOME.

And I don’t think I’m asking too much to want to end up here, once I’ve experienced life… Tipping back a cold one on the side porch, saying let’s take a drive to the county line.