Thursday, November 3, 2011

The Wood

I've been pondering the first place I should write about.
I've been to a lot of places around the United States and quite a few places around the world.
I closed my eyes and tried to envision one of my favorite places in the world.
Well duh, that is home. Plentywood, Montana.


Everyone says their favorite place is home. But mine really is awesome. Ask anyone who has visited. My home is in Montana and I only wear a bandanna part of the time.
Where I come from, you can literally reach out and touch the stars. All billion of them. I grew up on a farm, so each and every star IS the back porch light. The rolling hills, wild animals, day to day activities are what really makes this place spectacular.
In Montana, a person is able to peak into the past so to speak. It is not like Montana is stuck in the stone age. But here, people work for a living. They get their hands dirty and actually build their being through sweat and blood.
Here, each and every person's existence is important. It takes a lot of work and a lot of fun to run a remote, beautiful area such as this.

Because in this vast area.
People rule themselves.

Moccasin Approved.

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