Zipping down the road, miles of highway in front of us, and behind us, we couldn't help but think about some of the abondoned buildings we saw dotting the landscape. Once, the highway didn't exist and someone lived in these homes. One room, maybe two. In the middle of nowhere. When we came upon this lonely, abondoned homestead, I began to think about the lifestyle of the early American settlers, and compared it to all we have today. I would not have made a good pioneer woman, I don't think. However, if it's the only life you know I suppose you just live it. Traveling across the miles of endless prairie, how do you suppose people decided when to "stop," and build their homestead? Why this place over another?
I see the patch of trees here, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't there a hundred+ years ago when this other homestead was established. The countryside is hilly, and we're headed to more mountainous terrain, but the early settlers wouldn't have known this.
But their homestead was the end of their rainbow, wasn't it?
Do you live at the end of your rainbow, or are you still on your journey?
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Your blog makes me so happy.
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On my journey and loving it as I can see the rainbow from afar!
Love the blue of your pictures here, Sandy. Not cold but calming.
Ta
Douglas