It seems appropriate to start my journey northward with a solid, visual reminder of what I left behind to begin with. I took a trip to Talkeetna last summer, it was an Alaskan-Sweltering 85 degrees out. At the time I had no thoughts at all (heatstroke does that to you), but traveling back in my mind I resist the urge to rant and rave for having left at all if I was just going to go back.Because afterall, you never can go back to a place. That saying about never stepping in the same stream twice comes bounding back into my mind.
So now it's 'Good bye Tennessee, thanks for all the sweet tea.'
Now if only they had decent fish.
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