Surprisingly I look up, and I see hawks circling overhead. Two birds of a feather, not surprising to see during spring.

It’s a cold spring morning, I wish it wasn’t. Why I chose to come back and live up north, is always I question I have on mind. I live with little to no service, in a small driving R.V.

I usually only come up here for the winter, the rest of the year I live an hour in a h...