haven't escaped it all quite yet

As today was my second off day, when Mary knocked on my bedroom door this afternoon I was napping. Barbara had company and Mary needed a ride to work (at a campground resort about 20 minutes from the ranch). I eagerly agreed to take her - anxious to make my first drive on a real road topping at speeds well above the tortoise pace of 10 mph I only rarely reach when driving the ranch truck around the sanctuary. I dropped Mary off at work and excitedly prepped for my 20 minute drive home. I put on my Audrey Hepburn sunglasses, plugged in my ipod and put on the Arctic Monkeys loud. Very loud in fact. I took off, averaging a speed of about 65 or 70 (at Mary's suggestion), cruising along the empty two-lane road soaking up the sunshine and admiring the way holes in the clouds fell on the mountains. I only slowed down when it appeared that a prairie dog in the middle of the road couldn't quite decide whether it ought to subject itself to death by tire or finish crossing the road to live another day. When I pulled onto the dirt road that led up to the sanctuary gate - the return to the simple, the dust-coated, the rugged - I had to smile to myself. I do love it out here, but I'd be lying to myself to think I threw off the holds of the city and modernity so quickly. So I entered the bunkhouse, put my Asics sneakers back in the closet, and set my Audrey glasses in my purse. But my ipod I still have on. Gonna listen to "Still Take You Home" for a few more rounds. :-)