We’re going up to the farm for a couple of days and while that means cleaning up from the winter and shoveling out dead mice (probably) it’s still an escape.
No Internet; intermittent cell phone usage unless I stand on the southwest corner of the old house; six miles from the nearest paved road.
Tallgrass prairie. Quiet. Outrageous sunsets stretching unobstructed across the western horizon. Stars unobstructed from horizon to horizon. Wind. Bird calls. And sausage and eggs for breakfast.