I got back from vacation last night. My mom, dad, and I did a short trip through Ohio to Maryland. Weather-wise, it started out great. Warm and sunny, but then, well, some Artic weather came down and things got cold, quick. By the time we got the mountains of Maryland the weather was down right see-oh-elle-dee. The tempeture never got about 32 degrees and it snowed. Well, there was snow flying about, it wasn't sticking, per se, but it was snowing and blowing and grey. It was funny, though. Everytime I said something, in a joking way, about it being cold and the first week in April everyone, to a person said "Well, that's Garrett County." How true. How true.
I grew up in Garrett County, Maryland. I lived there from my sixth grade year to my sophmore year in college. I lived there for just under ten years. It is my home. Everytime I go back there it gets hard to leave. I hope someday to live there again. Those mountains they have me. They really do.