Oh Give Me Land, Lots of Land
Last century, in 1998 when I was 20 years younger, I rode my bicycle from Seattle to Washington D.C. with the Big Ride Across America. I was one of 750 riders who pedaled 80-100 miles a day across the northern tier of the United States. Along the way I saw lots of beautiful places, but nothing any more beautiful than the countryside of the rolling wheat and canola fields of the Palouse in my home state. They filled my spirit.
I no longer ride my bike on long distances, but even by car the rolling hills around my home town remain my spiritual place. The clouds make it even better.
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