My commute

" Damn this traffic jam.By the time I get home my supper's be cold. Damn this traffic jam!"JT

James Taylor's song has no meaning here in the Happy Valley. I have a beautiful, stress free commute.

I leave school and wind around a mountain. 

Next I cross over a river, creep through peaceful, sleepy town nestled next to the river. 

After a few miles I pass an alpaca farm, several streams and a few dairy farms.

From there I climb back up the hill that leads to my road. 

I turn down my tree lined road. Several houses play peek a boo with breath taking views of the valley.

At last I turn in my driveway .

This is home.