As a kid, I got in trouble all the time for being late getting home. My mom imagined all kinds of things I might be out doing; none of which she approved of, and likely none of which I was doing.
Truth is, most of the time, I was just out with friends, burning up gas on the backroads of Southern Illinois. Daylight or dark it was always great past time. Gas was no where near $5 a gallon back then.
Fast forward three decades or so and I am back in my old stomping grounds. Some of the backroads look a little different; many paved that weren’t in my youth, but I can find my way through all of them.
And when I want to clear my head, I go back to the place in my youth that I got the most peace.
Yeah, those backroads. They never disappoint.
One little buck.
Another young buck in the same field.
Doe, so curious.
Some of the cows around here have the strangest markings.
Mommas and babies in every pasture.
Looks like five deer out there!
The clump that looked like two in the middle of the last pic were actually four.
#SouthernIllinoisWheat looks fantastic!
Sunset on a healthy field of wheat.
These two jumped across the road in front of us, but waited around the corner for us to come by.
