“Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally.”
John Muir – Father of our national parks
No matter how far you grow up from the places your parents were raised, those unfamiliar places still form part of who you are. The mud flats and big bend of Florida are in my DNA, courtesy of my dad. Time to find out what blame or praise they get for the person I have become.
If, like me, you were raised in a nomadic family, you know what I mean. Only spending weeks at a time with your extended kinfolk doesn’t tell you much. Even less so if most of those visits happened when you were a kid. Face it, when you are a kid, it is all about stirring up mischief and having fun. [Read more…]