You can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl

I went down to Cortland yesterday to train with the boys, and it was nothing short of a killer 24 hours. This morning was especially gorgeous: an Indian summer day with perfect blue skies. The air is so clear and crisp, with just a hint of the smell of snow. In the car we rolled the windows down, turned the country music loud, and flew past cornfields and over rolling, fiery-colored hills. We picked apples by the roadside and skipped rocks on the riverbank. If everyone could have a little piece of this sweet carefree northern October, I think the world would be a perfect place.