Tuesday, May 12, 2009

mind flight

Driving across the country, inch by inch and foot by foot and mile by mile, watching every blade of grass bleed into every forest and give way to the flat green plains of Kansas to grow into the rising highlands of eastern Colorado, abruptly interrupted by the titanic Rockies and moving on up north to pass over the moonscape that is Wyoming, through the unfamiliar Western terrain of Utah's salt flats and Nevada's heavy mountainous deserts finally giving way to Tahoe's majestically beautiful summits rolling down to the Pacific coast has been a surreal and powerful accomplishment.


I have come to understand and appreciate just how very vast and diverse this country is, and everywhere we passed by I thought of different histories, of 40 acres and a mule, of outlaws on the frontier, of buffalo massacres and Native American tribes, of Mormons crossing such an incredible distance to found Deseret and of the true end of the frontier coming from the western end as well. (Preston)

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Blogger Katy said...

I might start blogging on your blog in the comment section because my blog doesn't work due to that damn error 530 that isn't getting fixed. Cool? Mk, thanks bye.

7:11 PM  
Blogger Mix said...

Why does everyone seem to have these random problems? What kind of horse play are you involved in?

12:07 AM  
Blogger Katy said...

doesn't this happen to you? i was told it happens every 2 years to your blog...can you get your friend the creator of nomad to fix it?! i want to bloggggggg. i mean, my life is pretty exciting and all right now...otherwise your blog will be my extension!

12:58 AM  
Blogger Mix said...

I've never heard this 2 year rule.

Email dody and explain exactly what is happening.

11:27 AM  
Blogger Katy said...

i did email him right away....

so until then..here is blog #1.

On Commencement

"It is not the critic who counts. Not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause. Who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, at least falls while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."
-Teddy Roosevelt

9:56 PM  

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