One road looks like another. No oceans or lakes or mountains to mark the horizons.
Everywhere you go, there are small farms, big farms, old barns and new ones.
I often wonder if you took all of the small towns and homesteads of Benton County--excluding cropland--and crammed them all into city limits, what city would it approximate?
I'm glad we're spread out, usually. Sometimes I feel lonely and isolated, but I also enjoy sunrises, sunsets and quiet drives on gravel roads, watching the fields in the first blush of spring.
Have you taken a slow drive on a gravel road lately?