As I travel through the west I am mesmerized, the mountains ,the open prairies and fields. So much untouched country and I find myself imaging cowboys and Indians and in some strange sensation I feel home,as if I belong here or I’ve been here before.
Growing up I was always drawn to and fascinated by the civil war era. I would do hours of research for school reports on anything from President Lincoln to Billy the Kid and gold mining. I was hooked on Little House on the Prarie and Gunsmoke and I honestly never understood any of it as I just considered myself a history buff.
I moved to North Dakota last year and I felt the same way, I felt home. The rolling hills the beautiful winding rivers and untouched country was so alluring and addicting. I love to fish and fish I did every chance I got. Unfortunately the people weren’t so pleasant as I was an outsider so full of life and I didn’t fit in there.
Until last month the farthest west I had been was Montana and Texas. I had dreamed of California since I was a teenager and when I got there it was a dream come true. It was so damn beautiful, the green green hills and mountains I never imagined how beautiful it could be. San Francisco was one of the places we went and that was one of the cities I had longed to see and it was amazing. The hills the houses the bay. I only got to see a portion of the Golden Gate bridge,but I was there and I was so excited.
We drove through the Eldora National Forest and we were at least 9000 feet up into the avalanche area and it was the most beautiful scenery I have ever scene. But hands down I’d if I were to ever move there it would be Wilts, it is the doorway to the redwoods and it is such a hippie town (right up my ally) the people ,the shops the beauty. The pictures speak for themselves as I got to see Utah,Nevada,Arizona ,Idaho, Washington and Oregon. Yes I got to see the whole west coast in less than a month and it was everything I ever imagined it would be and more.