Rolling Rocks, Forest Fires, “Peg Leg” Annie, and Dutch Em

The Professor and I have begun a weekly habit of visiting places that pique our curiosity that are within a 125 radius of our home. Atlanta falls within that circle, just barely, though getting back was an exhausting four hour trip following the curves of the Middle Fork of the Boise River. On a gravel road pocked with potholes and washboards. Good thing the rest of the trip made it worth it.

You’re a Seed (I Am Too)

You don’t fit in because you aren’t supposed to. Your destiny is different than theirs. You’re a round peg, they’re a square hole. You shouldn’t be comfortable in their company, because if you were, you’d never make it where you’re headed. Before long, you’ll glance over and see them in your rearview mirror breathing your dust.