Hitting the Road

But not going home, where we live at a stupendous elevation of 17' (a little over five meters). The hills in Korea gave me a good workout, which I miss now that I'm a Flatlander again. So this morning I headed out to the corn fields in search of a few contours. Not as much exercise as going to class in Korea--especially minus the book bag--but at least the air is clear. And now I need to sit and write.