Peru is an agrian town south of Plattsburgh. It's starts out flat with miles and miles of Apple orchards. As you might guess, there are countless apples in Plattsburgh in the fall. It rapidly turns into snow-covered hills and farm fields as it starts to turn into the Adirondacks. Somehow this area almost Keeseville and in Clinton County is particularly special. It reminds me in many ways of the beautiful country by my house.

Today is a cold day, as I drive in my truck with the windows rolled up. I see a small farm with horses breathing in the cold and cattle huddled together, trying to keep warm in -20 degree weather. Then you look down, and all you see is open space and wide areas. Farms. People's livelyhoods. You pause for minute, isolated in the bubble of the truck cab.

I look all around. I see beauty. I see so many things, and yet I am so small as a person. To think that Peru doesn't even make it onto most maps and that this is nowhere is amazing. This is like so much of New York, except that Peru is one location while other places are elsewhere. Peru might not be all that different from Oxford or Mansfield, but it still yet another place that will forever remain in my mind.