Take it to the ground level. Ditch the car. Weave through the sage brush, cut through the coulees, sit still in seas of grass. Hike, bike, run, wander. Lie beneath the big sky, and drink in the stillness of the high-plains. We evolved, as a species, to walk the savannah. This is what we were built to do.
Some think that the plains is nothing but a lot of grass. Well, a lot of grass, it is. There is tall grass, and small grass, rough grass, and soft. There is grass with cotton tufts, and grass with razor edges. Thankfully there is a lot of grass. With such an abundance, comes a whole lot of running, breathing, throbbing life.
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| prairie dog town |
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