The tall trees lining the bendy road with their explosive shades of green this time of year makes me smile. My eyes dart to open expansive corn fields rigidly rowed against golden baled fields. The contrast is striking and makes my mind wander off into a Van Gogh painting. In the background my thoughts are lulled into relaxation with the sounds of classical and the occasional soft voice of the announcer explaining a movement or composer. I slow when passing lazy cows flicking their tails by a split rail fence. I am like a wide eyed tourist absorbing their life in the country. I hold a smile as I pass and around the bend is the familiar lake glittering from the cloudless, sunny sky. I look for boats and the water level and continue on. As I get closer to camp an Amish buggy is being pulled by a horse making a steady, slow trot in the heat. The man tips his hat and I wave. Oh, do I love the simple pleasures of the country!
I pull into the dusty, clay road off the paved mountain road and head up the hill to my camping spot. My travel trailer sits amongst trees waiting for me to extend the awning and open the windows. The fire pit is ready with wood. I can't wait to light it and set the grate with tin foil on it. The smoky wood makes the best hamburgers, steaks and hot dogs.
When I finally take a seat on my lounge chair I kick up my legs with a book in hand, a drink in the cup holder and lay back and close my eyes. I listen to the birds chirping, the squirrels zipping by and the chippies rustling the leaves in front of me. The cool air under the canopy of trees feels fresh and I am so glad to be turning the world off in the country.
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