Dirt roads are a gift, when I go down a dirt road I’m not thinking about the bumps and pot holes. I’m thinking about how our pioneer ancestors travel roads similar to the one I’m on. How even though the world has changed the mountains and ridges have remained the same. How that little stream of water is probably the same stream that a thousand horses have been watered at in times past. About how the sights, sounds and yes smells are the same as my great great grandparents seen and smelled. All I can think of is that life is good and God is great to lead me on this mission of mine.