Great Plains? How about Plain Plains.

My van developed a water leak, buried way back in its innards. So, since untamed water ruins everything, a repair was required. Winnebago dealers throughout the upper Midwest must be swamped with work; they are taking appointments 4, 5 and 6 months in the future. Fortunately (I guess), the dealership where I bought it was able to get me an appointment within a week! I only had to drive 1,000 miles to get there, hence the trip across the Great Plains.

Isn’t this a idyllic little homestead, with pond and hills for a backdrop. The stream in the foreground is the Wind River, in eastern Wyoming.
We found a lakeside pavilion for wild camping and climbing. This kind of tree makes for difficult climbing, Xena needed a little assist to make it to the top.
This is some nice dispersed camping! So green and quiet. Except for the birds, who commented on everything nonstop.
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

One Reply to “Great Plains? How about Plain Plains.”

  1. Why not add a bit of landscape diversity to your journey. It is interesting for your fans to see how you photograph and inhabit such variation. In grad school we read historian Walter Prescott Webb’s writings on how the Great Plains differed in amount of rain from the Eastern seaboard from which Plains settlers had come. Industrial agriculture was the result — larger farms were necessary to attain reasonable yields; extensive acreage required mechanization.

    I’m happy to be here in San Francisco with natural air conditioning. And happy to read of your travels. You are covering ground that I have only seen from the air while flying over.

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