...there is a button to touch on my GPS marked “Go Home”. I had not used that button since early February. When the time came to finally use it, I had mixed feelings about actually touching it. That one touch would mark an end to my Florida adventure...an ending too many things. I did not want the warm temperatures to end, I did not want the bright sunshine to end and I did not want the freedom of wearing only flip-flops, shorts and tee-shirts to end. But I knew it was time to leave and get my butt home and working. I canceled out of the last show in Hyde Park in Tampa because of my low inventory. I was also reluctant to find my way back to South Dakota because of another “potentially dangerous spring snow storm”...oh joy! ...my first night on the return trip home was spent in High Falls, Kentucky...or maybe Georgia, hard to tell sometimes. The area was very depressed economically. High Falls’ only saving grace was the falls and the State Park which shares its name. I stayed in a local motel with a few other folks, ate great barbequed ribs at the joint next door and explored the State Park in a light rain. I plan to return to Florida next year with a small, but well equipped camper trailing behind my van, so State Parks had taken on a new meaning for me. For twenty bucks I could call High Falls State Park my home for a night next year! The park was a beauty, spring was just returning to the area. There were blooming wild flowers, shrubs and small trees giving color to hilly landscape of the park. The park is remote and isolated, it would be a great place to spend a few days anytime...I would come back just for the ribs! ...I spent the next day on and off the busy interstate. I stopped and checked out a couple of RV dealers... “Yeas sir, we could hook that beauty up to your van riiight now!” Even with a southern accent, a salesman’s pitch is just a pitch...I drove away with just my van. At some point I drove across the Cumberland River a couple of times. The last found me well off the busy interstate and in another economically depressed area...this time in Aurora, Kentucky...or maybe it was Missouri, hard to tell most of the time. I stopped there to eat again.. barbeque again. This time it was barbequed chicken prepared to the point of perfection! If you’re ever in Aurora, Kentucky don’t pass up the only café open. I spent the night just outside of St. Louis in a “quaint” little motel. It was late, I was tired and the quaint odor didn’t even phase me. ...day 3 on my homeward bound journey took me across central Missouri and Iowa. I stopped for breakfast and fuel in a small town I can’t even remember the name of. I will not forget the small café or the “singing” waitress! The little place was full with gatherings of older, silver haired ladies having their one egg, one piece of toast, one sausage and several cups of coffee...and lots of gossip. The service was slow and the food did not leave a positive impression. The karaoke singing waitress made up for it all! I was served my forgettable meal and dreary coffee by a waitress sporting a headset-microphone singing “Satan Sheets”...her CD was for sale at the door. I sang Satan Sheets for miles afterwards. ...I am home now, settled in for yet another spring snow storm. I’m glad to be home for many reasons...I will miss Florida for many reasons too. My boundaries were expanded, new experiences experienced and new memories made. I hope to be back to Florida and do the same next year.