"I hope you little ones like apple pie. That last tale got me in the mood to do some baking and make some after so long. If you want I will see about getting you some recipies to try at home."

"You know after talking about how we traveled so far to help I got to wondering if you have ever travled. Tell me kids, where have you gone in your life times?"

"Have you gone to see the coast? Sailed down the river? Even to see a swamp?"

"Thought not, Its no fault of your own mind you, you simply can not drive across the states like you could in my day. Back then road trips were just that trips."

"Oh boy, let me tell you the story of the first time that I went across the states."

The lot of us went with our folks to see some atraction or another, to be honest it escapes me in my old age but I still remember the first time I looked out the window and saw corn from horizion to horizion. Being young myself I didn't know how they could possible plant so much corn nor what they could do with it. To see rice fields that reflect the clouds in such a way that the grain looks like it is growing out of the heavens. Vast fields of food enough to feed intire armies. The breadth of human ingenuity on display. It was awe inspireing.

When I grew older I took a motercycle down that very same path from when I was a child and the only thing that had changed was that those farmers were doing the same job better then before. I stoped by a place or two and helped out were I could, put in a few hours of work for a warm place to stay over night. What I learned from that trip was that most were good people and the few that wern't were not well liked by their neighbors.

It was on that trip that I learned how to bake pies. It was on that trip that I met the woman that would one day be my wife. I visted that farm every chance that I got when ever I went by that neck of the woods. Some of the best years of my life were spent in the country side riding around and watching the leaves change color with a woman that perfect.

By this time in my life I had already struck out on my own. Sailed the Seven Seas and even sumited a few mountians. But riding into the sunset with her behind me is something that I will never forget. That is how you know that you found the one. When sights so grand that people have died to see them mean less then the prospect of baking a pie on a Tuesday morning.