On a road with signd, fences and towns there are spots where you can see forever and not see anything. I can't imagine how anyone driving through those open spaces can't be moved. Not by the beauty, though there is a stark beauty, but with pride. At times like that I can't help but be filled with pride to be an American. For me, it's awe inspiring to come not only from a family of pioneers, but from a nation and culture that created the bravery it must have taken to cross and settle such hard ground whne ther really was nothing out there. A culture that not only created but encourage and exulted in the gumption it took to carve a peice of grassland into a farm, a ranch, a home to change the very landscape of the country.
I know it's an odd why to relate culture, topogrpahy, economics, climate, partiotism, and horticulture. But when you think about it how can you do anything else?
