Oh, yeah. That place.

Last time I was here it was snowing and miserable. Today it's raining and miserable.

On the other hand, it's still daylight out, and I found a pull-through parking space. Any time I'm not backing into a slot in the dark is a good end to a drive. Especially if it's not snowing.

I have now reached the point of pulling into truck stops and saying "oh, yeah. I remember this parking lot." There are some factories that fit in the same category.

Not to say the whole country is my back yard, mind you. I saw a bit more variety back when I was spending three and four weeks out here at a time, though even then I never got farther west than Texas. Now that I'm only out seven or eight days at once, I tend to get into ruts.

Illinois, New Jersey, and (oddly enough) Arkansas have started feeling kind of homelike lately. The Carolina's are pretty comfortable, too. Indiana, Kentucky, Tennessee, and the Virginia's see a fair bit of me, along with Pennsylvania--but mostly because they're on the way to those other places.

I've gotten to where I casually speculate on how many new windmills I'll see as I pass through Indiana. Or if they've moved that dumpster that made backing into a certain dock so interesting. It's almost comforting.

Odd how one's neighborhood can grow.