The thoughtful adventures of Man, Woman and Cat.
Consider if you will, the humble straw. Not the plastic tubes currently under fire for being ecologically unsound, but the yellow stuff you spread to protect your freshly seeded lawn. So how could it possibly be connected to that Happy Meal your kids clamor for?
Read on, dear reader, read on.
I thought I had seen a lot of wheat fields in North Dakota, but Eastern Washington figured out that the way to get more wheat per acre was to eliminate everything else, including roads, buildings, trees, brush, rocks & water. For miles and miles you see nothing but golden fields. It’s rather awe inspiring, actually. I found myself humming “America the Beautiful“, one of my mother’s favorite Campfire Girl songs.
Things didn’t begin well for my visit to Glacier. First I found the antique reservation system the National Park Service uses makes it virtually impossible to use unless you are willing to hover over your computer six months in advance as if you were sniping an eBay auction. Private parks weren’t a great option either, as they were cashing in on the situation and charging in the neighborhood of a hundred bucks a night to stay at a KOA outside the gates.
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