Yeah, that makes sense. I was in Baldy Mesa, between Apple Valley and Phealand(sp?). It was all due to be paved; just a matter of time. For some the notion that you can never go home is mental thing. Sure, you can go back to your parents house in the town you grew up in with the neighbors that knew you as a kid but... It won't ever be the same. Me? My family didn't claim a place. We had family in 3 states with roots but we traveled. My parents were truckers and we followed the work. It wasn't until I was 11 years old that we landed where we did. The winters are harsh here. It makes me long for the desert. It doesn't exist. The summers are too wet here. It makes me long for the desert. It doesn't exist. The spring is to dry here. It makes me long for the desert. It doesn't exist. The fall is too wet here. It makes me long for the desert. It doesn't exist. The desert is tamed. I have no home to return to.