The Night Before ...

The Night Before The Great Migration and all thru the night nothing was stirring not even a mouse... except for the tip tap of the pretend keys.  Why am I still awake? Sigh, it's called not wanting to believe our last night in our state is really here.  Tomorrow begins our great migration.  The camper is packed, the truck is hitched, food packed.  We plan on leaving really early - just hoping the keys dont get locked in the truck again like this morning.  Take a journey with us. I'll do my best to take pictures as we go. Until then, Country Needles.