99 Degrees

The prairie on either side of the highway stretched on for miles across Nebraska with the scorching sun slowly burning my skin away.

Some call the house their home. Others call the car their home. I call the suitcase my home.

Travel. Explore. Wander. Get lost.

Dozing off to Dreamland.

One of my favorites. Meet Snufkin.

" Traveller, traveller, tramping by to the seaport town where the big ships lie, See, I have built a shady bower to shelter you from the sun or shower. Rest for a bit, then on, my boy! Luck go with you, and Traveller's Joy! " Cicely Mary Barker

Travel far away and return