I dream about living in the mountains. More now than ever before. This is true. I’m not sure what it is that calls me. Can it be the fresh water streams filled with copious amounts of fattened delicious salmon just waiting to be tossed down my big ‘ol country gullet, or can it be the wet dewy long grass that dances so gracefully in the morning wind and which also doubles as a perfect moist towelette coming in quite handy after a good old fashion country dumpin’… Whatever it is, there is one thing for sure: one day I’ll return, and when that day comes all I ask is that you smile for me and know that I am where I belong.
