When I was driving and making my way up the pass to Telluride in the evening around 8:00 pm and saw the mountains that make up the San Juans I realized how good it was to be back home. It’s the first place to me that has felt like that to me that wasn’t the place where I grew up with my parents and sisters and brother. When I saw the different mountains that make up the San Juans that surround the town where I live it was like seeing people you care about and haven’t seen in quite awhile. It was a overwhelming sense of gratefulness and even tenderness. It’s difficult to explain considering I have only been away for a week and a half. It's good to be back.