Wyoming, Montana and several other places have locations where you would swear no one has ever been and no one has ever breathed the air. There are trout so big they have windshield wipers and license plates. And in the summers, an explosion of motor homes comes wandering through. In fact this is true all over America. I was amazed at the pristine parts of New York and New Jersey.
The difference is that here, when you are ten miles out of town, you are truly out of town. Michael Reno Harrell recorded a song "A road in Wyoming" that sums it up pretty well.
Probably, there is ice fishing in the winter. Eagles fish that lake along with people. Herons nest there. The view is spectacular.
And you don't hear the sing of tires on the interstate 24/7...or the neighbor's tv...or people yelling at kids...and you can see the stars at night, all of them. Most people never see a tenth.
Hearing coyotes join together at night and complain about the accomodations is such a lonely and beautiful serenade.
Smokypig wrote:
And you don't hear the sing of tires on the interstate 24/7...or the neighbor's tv...or people yelling at kids...and you can see the stars at night, all of them. Most people never see a tenth.
Hearing coyotes join together at night and complain about the accomodations is such a lonely and beautiful serenade.
Keep talking it up it will fill up.
If you build it they will come.
And. The chill factors get to minus 50 and the snowdrifts get to 15 feet deep and the wind blows and the snow blows. And in the summer the skeeters are as big as horseflies and it's the greatest country on earth. My body can't take it anymore. I wish it could. There was a lady in Los Alamos whose husband took a job teaching at the university in Bozeman. Relatively young lady at that time. Moved up there in August came back in April. Couldn't stand the winter.
Graywulff wrote:
And. The chill factors get to minus 50 and the snowdrifts get to 15 feet deep and the wind blows and the snow blows. And in the summer the skeeters are as big as horseflies and it's the greatest country on earth. My body can't take it anymore. I wish it could. There was a lady in Los Alamos whose husband took a job teaching at the university in Bozeman. Relatively young lady at that time. Moved up there in August came back in April. Couldn't stand the winter.
That's what I am talking about.
Fear mongering.
It gives one a true appreciation of the beauty and hazards of creation. To the Crow people January is the moon of popping trees. It is quite an amazing thing to see/hear a tree explode.
And the wind blows all the campaign promises out of the politicians...and the whiskey barrels inside out. In fact, the wind blows so hard we can't raise tomatoes. It blows all the sunlight off them and they won't get ripe.
Different than lightning I imagine.
Smokypig wrote:
And the wind blows all the campaign promises out of the politicians...and the whiskey barrels inside out. In fact, the wind blows so hard we can't raise tomatoes. It blows all the sunlight off them and they won't get ripe.
Green tomatoes right up my alley.
Lunch.
4 of them I won't be eating dinner.
EasternOZ wrote:
Green tomatoes right up my alley.
Haha. That was my first thot when I read that, Oz. Perfect for you!!
Randyhartford wrote:
Haha. That was my first thot when I read that, Oz. Perfect for you!!
He could have said the wind blows so hard they can't tell the tomatoes, cucumbers and zucchini apart.
Smokypig wrote:
And the wind blows all the campaign promises out of the politicians...and the whiskey barrels inside out. In fact, the wind blows so hard we can't raise tomatoes. It blows all the sunlight off them and they won't get ripe.
And you save the staves from the whiskey barrels to smoke the whitefish you catch out of the rivers in February. Save the fish to go with the tomaters
That looks mighty good Eastern.....
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