I got a little nostalgic on our road trip from Eastern Idaho to Eastern Washington. Maybe it was just my thirst for a view that wasn't snow-covered, but I kind of love the rolling, sage-brush and tumbleweed covered hills of my youth. The windmills keep springing up like dandelions. Every time I go home there are more.
Now that I'm back and almost unpacked I'm resolved to post a little more often. Plus I have tons of pictures from my trip to share, so stay tuned for that. And probably some serious snow photos soon too as this is the third snowiest winter in Alaska on record. Oh goody.