|Sign near a rare patch of trees|
I was born and raised, for the most part, in the great state of Ohio. There a drive involves changes of scenery and terrain. There you will find rolling hills with dense trees breaking open on to lush farmland. Even the farms seem to spring up between tree lines that are thick and tall with old growth. And the farmland will break into cities if you drive for a bit.
Did you know Ohio has more cities over 100,000 population than any other state? At least it used to. My useless facts about my home state are kinda dated since I haven't called it home since 1990. But suffice it to say I'm a city girl and I like even my country well covered in beautiful trees and rolling terrain.
But here in the plains state of North Dakota you'll find flat. Lots and lots of flat farms and grassland dotted by short trees only when water is nearby and only when they've been planted by man. Occasionally a tiny town will break up the flat expanse. And I do mean occasionally. The last number I heard had the entire state's population matching that of my home town of Columbus, Ohio.
My husband finds comfort in the flat surroundings. He likes being able to see what's on the horizon. I feel exposed and a little hopeless that our destination will ever get any closer. When we visit Ohio, he feels claustrophobic--scared the close trees by each twisting road moving up and down the rolling landscape hides a deer waiting to jump out and meet our bumper. I feel calm; nestled in a green blanket of God's beauty.
Time to stop now. We've encountered some modicum of civilization here in the great expanse of Highway 1. Better take advantage of bathrooms and cold drinks while we can. I wonder if they have Frappaccinos?