I recently finished the book "Blue Highways" by William Least Heat-Moon. It's a fantastic bit of travel writing, written over 40 years ago, about the backroads of America, with beautiful snatches of writing like this:

"In Pell’s store you still weighed vegetable seed on a brass counterbalance with little knobbed weights; the butcher’s block was so worn in the center you could pour a bucket of water over it and only a pint would run off."

Here's to adventure, and to coming home. ✨