"...or, there and back again"

Home again~

where beds are soft and plush,




the mornings warmer than 30 degrees,


and the air is thick and humid.



The rocks aren't so rocky here back home,





the "wild" animals not so big,


or close!






Most of our animals are a bit more perky than these, however. And younger.


Even though we're lower here at home, we're not as deep as we were.

no Smaug.. or goblins. We checked.

(America isn't quite so in-your-face around here, either.)



And it will never be as dark here, as it was in South Dakota (you are completely right, Dr. Hodgson.)



After traveling 2600 miles and 44 hours on the road, taking our own little hobbit home with us, we were back before we knew it.

We may have sometimes wished for our quiet armchair before the fire, but I think each of us would start out again tomorrow, if given a chance.

~
"..Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar..."

(we are almost finished with Tolkien's "The Hobbit."
What a wonderful story for night-time reading on this trip...)