Sunday, February 27, 2005

Back Where I Come From


Huderite Colony
Originally uploaded by coreycrlsn.
No, No, I'm not going to start doing a song of the day Danny, and don't take offense, but Kenny might not have been my first choice even if I were. Also contrary to the title of the picture, I don't come from a Huderite Colony. This is a picture of the majestic Lewis and Clark Lake west of Yankton, S.D. the town I call home. As the winter drags on, and we await another cold spell here in Colorado, I'm reminded more and more of home. Most people wouldn't think of South Dakota of a tropical paradise, and it isn't, not by any stretch of the definition. Lately, however, whenever I spend large amounts of time there it happens to have been summer. It's amazing to look at the beauty of Yankton now that I don't reside there. The whole time I lived in Yankton, 1985-1999, I was ready to get out. I knew my parents loved the town, and the surrounding country, and I sat on top of our hill with my dad as we took in sunsets and stared out into the valley. It was pretty and I knew he loved it, so I stood there and acted as enthralled as I could but in the back of my mind I was wishing I was watching the sun set over something more strikingly beautiful, such as the mountains here in Colorado. Now that I'm 650 miles away from the Yankton sunsets I can finally see the real beauty in them. I had the priviledge this summer to live on that very hill and watch the sun set over the same valley. Now I find myself here in Greeley, if I want to I can find somewhere to watch the sun set on the mountains any day that its clear. I can go drive or ride some of the most beautiful roads in the nation, but at the end of the day you know what image remains burned into my mind? Sitting on our deck this summer as the sun was setting, turning the sky red, orange, and purple makes me wish I'd never moved away. I guess what they say about the grass always being greener is the truth. Don't get me wrong, I love Colorado, and I'll probably spend the rest of my life here, but thats not to say I don't want to be back home sometimes.

I've got some homework to do before it gets too late so I better get on that. I know this update doesn't have a whole lot to do with my training or cycling at all, but to be honest, my cycling isn't all that interesting right now. Maybe I'll have more to write about a month from now when I'm tasting blood and trying not to puke at the end of every race. Thanks for reading, to those of you who haven't experienced it, hopefully someday you'll have the priviledge to watch the sunset from the deck of the Carlson Manor.

4 comments:

Pat Kennedy said...

Oh yes, the Carlson Manner. How much debauchery was practiced there? Too much to know. I'm glad I could capture that amazing SD sunset which you so enthrallingly and vividly describe, CCKG. Take er easy.

--PK

Anonymous said...

Well,
Thanks to that damn picture, I started thinking of summer and the lake and forgot to study for my econ midterm, oh well. I can proudly say I have spent many a nights grilling on the deck of the Carlson manor while seeing that incredible view.

-D Dock crew
(sponsered by Weigand Marina)

jwilliamson said...

I too fell victim to the day dreaming about summer. Thanks alot Corey. I dont know if my summer in Illinois will come close to a good ol' Yankton summer. The summer of the Carlson Manner will be hard to top, that is for sure.

justin

Tina said...

I will never forget the night at the Carlson Manor, watching "The Station Agent" with a few favorite friends. :) Hopefully I will see you all this summer at the lake for some early morning wakeboarders club. Keep it rockin'

Tina