When we were last in this part of the state, the land and everything that sprang forth from it was so dead and brown I had to paste a picture of my kids in the woods to add color to the scene. Now, a short drive from the strip malls afforded us expansive views of vibrant, rolling farmland, graduating into blue mountains in the hazy distance. A generally brilliant landscape, interrupted here by a junkyard on the next rise. The cows were behind me. The story of our gasoline dependence in one grand sloping vista.
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