It's sneaking up on me again. The urge to just find some backwood gravel road and ramble for a bit. Somewhere with big sky and rollers. Somewhere without a lot of traffic and people. Maybe somewhere with leaves turning when there's a touch of chill in the air. And if it has a good cheeseburger waiting at the end of it, it'll be perfect.
I feel a bout of map reading and using Google Earth coming on. I'm searching for my Holy Grail.