18-10-16 - The banks of the Mississippi, gateway to the west. •
On the east side of this gate I looked back across the Mississippi. On the east side is where I was born. Where I was raised. Where I first learned to walk. Where I said goodbye to friends and loved ones who I will never sit beside again. Where I held my pups for the last time. Where I was found by this fluffy ball of love.
In front of me was the West. I had visited this side of the country a few times before. Once for awhile with @thelanglois
as we rambled and roamed as two kids fresh out of school. Then again to prep for a job that would take me to the other side of the world. This time felt new. This time, running through that archway, I felt as if I was there for the first time. “Were in the west!” I told Indy as we laid on the Western side of the gate, where nothing is written for us