Going "home" for the holidays is an interesting thing. I love seeing all my relatives and engorging myself on good food, all while relaxing away from work. But, it's simply an interesting sensation when you go to a place you've lived a good portion of your life, and it just feels like some place you're familiar with and not like "home." Not that I don't feel at home or welcomed, it's just not my home, is all.
Also, as much as I complain about the tediousness of the drive to the underbelly of the state, I do enjoy driving enough that I still enjoy the trip. It is pretty scenic. That, and you never know what cool stuff you'll see on there way there and back. I think I mentioned about how last time I saw a KC-135 making touch and go passes at the Cedar City airport, which was cool. However, the attractions this time were a bit more mundane. I just ended up counting the inordinately high amount of roadkill deer on the shoulder. I think I got to about 12 before I stopped paying attention.
Also, as much as I complain about the tediousness of the drive to the underbelly of the state, I do enjoy driving enough that I still enjoy the trip. It is pretty scenic. That, and you never know what cool stuff you'll see on there way there and back. I think I mentioned about how last time I saw a KC-135 making touch and go passes at the Cedar City airport, which was cool. However, the attractions this time were a bit more mundane. I just ended up counting the inordinately high amount of roadkill deer on the shoulder. I think I got to about 12 before I stopped paying attention.
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| Darn. Looks like I just missed getting the roadkill in the frame. |
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