We passed through Minnesota at night, and most of North Dakota too. By morning the landscape was open and windswept, showing yet another kind of beauty. We saw as many as 20 deer at one time, antelope, eagles. We saw towns, not too populated, towns that know how to survive, places that have seen waves of settlers come and go under a sky that is so big that it is hard to muster a sense of importance. Does it invite a feeling of freedom or a panic of insignificance? I guess that depends on the person.
There was a summer that I lived on a ranch in Utah. We could hear a truck coming down the road from about five miles distant. The sky was huge, blue, clear, silent. It was the first place I ever lived that was so quiet that I could not help but see my own mind.
No wonder country like this frightens people! It wants us to see ourselves.
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