When I was on my way to the airport on Sunday morning, I had to pull over and get at least a few pictures of the lake. I remember the first time I went to Hector was Thanksgiving, 2002. It was dark and cold and difficult to capture.
It wasn't until Easter weekend in 2004 I was finally able to tootle around with Ky and see the beauty that this little secret town held within it's boundaries.
Since moving to Chicago, I have grown a stronger appreciation for the simple quiet that Hector brings to my soul. I left a little piece of my heart in Hector this last trip; and I cannot wait to go back.
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