Cattle Country

On the drive between Kansas City and Albuquerque there is nothing but miles and miles of grassland that swallow up the horizon as far as you can see. After driving eight hours or so I pulled over in a field to sleep. Once you turn off the car the silence is so profound that the bees stop buzzing, the cattle stop chewing their cud, and everyone just turns and watches you. Mighty pretty country out there.

Apparently this is the Rita Blanca National Grassland, although you wouldn’t know because there are no signs anywhere telling you where you are. I guess you’re supposed to read the patterns in the barbed wire…

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