I've been to Nebraska once before, for work, in 1999. It wasn't as flat as I imagined it (I was later told that I was thinking of Kansas), but it seemed like every square inch of the beautiful rolling hills was covered in corn. It made me think about how a person even ends up in Nebraska, but I suppose it is the same reason a southern Virginia boy ends up in Baltimore - because that is where the work was when someone was poor.
The American West is as alien to me as the American South is to so many people on earth. In both cases, the spaces inbetween grow and grow as you exit so-called civilization and ultimately the inbetween spaces become the landscape entirely.
Robert Penn Warren wrote that "The West is where you go when you get the letter saying, 'Flee. All is discovered.' "
Well, let's see. Let's see if preparation and anticipation and best intentions add up to something fundamentally different than another winter in the Mid-Atlantic. Let's see.