It was a dull landscape, but the sunshine and the glowing tints of the waning year gave it that day an intimate loveliness. There was an exhilaration in the great space that was spread before you. Cold, bleak and dreary as it must have been in winter, dry, sunbaked and oppressive as it may have been in the dog days, just then it was strangely exciting, for the vastness of the view invited the soul to adventure.
To the west of where I live are the Rocky Mountains; National and Provincial Parks, resort towns, hiking trails. To many it's a small refuge of untamed wild, an untouched oasis. To me it's something of a sham. Oh, it's quite beautiful, but too popular, too common.
To the south, north and east is prairie. Bald prairie as far as the eye can see, cross-hatched with dozens of backroads and highways. You could go hours without seeing another human being. I think it's where the soul is truly invited to adventure.