I grew up far away from places like this, it was hard to believe they were even real. I remember being on my granddaddy’s farm in rural North Carolin and watching these strange black & white John Wayne movies on Saturday mornings, being mystified by the places they went. Were they even real? My world was hundreds of acres of flat open fields, thick woods, salty air, and catfish.
But these places are real. And they are magic. And worth preserving forever and forever.
There is no substitute for millions of miles of dusty open space and enough room for a man to not feel fenced in. It’s something we all need, at least once in awhile.