Wide open spaces. Where each sunset lights up the snow capped continental divide and a white wintry morning can be a mid seventies kite flying afternoon in what feels like a matter of minutes. I come from a lush and beautiful place where the trees stretch overhead like wise old stiffs at a cold wet party and an emerald shade of green is ever-present. It’s magnificent but it’s nearly always obscuring all but a small sliver of sky.
This land however is a panorama. 360 degrees. So much open space that it is easy to feel like you are standing on top of the earth and not just playing around inside it.. I love the jungle and I miss the beach but good heavens this landscape is constantly taking my breath away. In 24 hours a fox chased a rabbit across my path and a heard of deer stopped traffic. Who knows what this land has in store for tomorrow…
The Great Rucksack Revolution 