Looking at ashes.

I got out to the house today. Driving through the neighborhood to get out to our place was indescribable, I've never been in a war zone but that's what I imagine. So much destruction. People I know whose houses were just rubble. Houses where I didn't know the people but we always waved when passing by. The closer we got the more overwhelming it became. Forest where just a week ago you couldn't see 50 feet into was just ash and burnt black sticks. I still feel numb. This is what my lot looked like.

The mailbox. Our address, this was part of us. Defined the where of our family existence. HOME.

My Buell Firebolt 12R, Little Red, 4 years of commuting 42 miles each way, Rain or Shine, Blazing summer or sleet in the winter. Crazy 18 hour blast from Bastrop to Knoxville to make it to my brothers graduation and a couple runs through the Tail of the Dragon in N. Carolina. One of the largest speeding tickets I've every received. The first engine blowing at triple digit speeds underneath me. I'll miss her... Becky... not so much.