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Reflections at the Fishing Pond (aka, Returning Home from my Cross-Country Road Trip)
It’s the last night of the phenomenal solo road trip that I took from North Carolina to New Mexico and back. Here I am in Crossville, Tennessee, listening to the bullfrogs talk to each other, the tree frogs chirp, and various insects and even birds in song as the moon comes out next to the fishing pond in one of the most beautiful campgrounds I have ever visited.