At Home or Away!

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For as long as I can remember, I have loved to explore new places.  Every curve in the road compels me onward. Each hill dazzles me with the promise of treasures that I am certain will be just over the next rise.  And mountains..., Oh! My soul quakes at the very thought of the wonderful secrets that they hide.

Little wonder that my Casita has become such an important fixture in my life. Even when I am not on the road, I prefer to sleep in my Casita instead of my house. That may seem strange to most folks.

My house is chained to a single locale.  No matter how much I like the neighborhood, it is still the same neighborhood night after night, month after month, year after year.  My Casita is not chained to any specific place.  It is home in the mountains of Colorado and New Mexico; at a wonderful hidden lake in Alabama, or even at a hidden little beach on the California coast.

That means that when I close my eyes, I can be anywhere my imagination wants to be!

Here are just a few spots I may choose to be when I dream tonight...













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