Driving past old stomping grounds. Listening to old music, the smell of run over skunks, familiar road signs like 120 to Yosemite… Many years have passed since, but the memories are still fresh. Had a good look on Lassen and Shasta. Beautiful volcanic comes to look at. I almost bought the farm once on Shasta. Now I am in Oregon where the gas attendants fill your car and wash the wind shield. Eureka.