That girl's got her eyes on a fadin' horizon
Here come the last line of our favorite song
It's the end of an era
She's gonna tear up
That interstate on her way to Charleston
That Logan Mize song is stuck in my head. The interstate I'm interested in is 80, then on to HWY 93 up the Bitterroot Valley into Montana, cruising in between the Bitterroot Range and the Sapphire Mountains. It's where the river runs, the small towns welcome guests in quaint diners, and wildlife and wildflowers abound.
It's been a heck of a ride Cabrillo College. You nurtured me as a student, a part time faculty member for four years, and ultimately twenty-four years as a tenured faculty member. I will miss this amazing higher ed community, and the friendships made along the way, both at Cabrillo and the California Community Colleges Distance Ed Coordinator Organization.
It's time to step into a life that honors the immense love I have for my family, and to support their future by being present for them forever and always.
Daughter-in-law Jessie and I are just off a trail used by Louis and Clark outside Traveller's Rest. Tasty grass for the horses.