Traveling
thru the land….
I use to
fly. I don’t anymore.. too much hassles
and way too much money…
But one of
the things I love to do when flying was look out at the window. I always requested a window seat. In those
days you could… and being most want an aisle seat, it was fairly easy to get
one.
What I
liked about it.. was looking down over the land.. Seeing so much farming land.
Especially when I was going across the mid-west. There is also so much unused
land.. like mountains and lakes. Yes, there were a lot of homes around the
popular lakes, but there is still some lakes that one would have to hike into. I hope all those places are still in natures
hands. As I haven’t flown for 10 years
or more.
When we
traveled from Idaho to Wisconsin about 10 years ago.. it was so
beautiful to see so much farm land in not only North
Dakota and Montana , but also in Minnesota , Wisconsin
as well. Corn fields, oh, my gosh… as
far as the eye could see. We travelled across on hightway 72 I think.. not the
busy highway 90. I can only imagine Indiana
and Nebraska .
And every
time we go to see the kids on the coast of Washington ,
it is so great to travel on highway 90 from Ellensburg to outside of Spokane . Field after
field of produce.. A lot of the farmers have signs hanging on their fence with
what ever is being grown in there. From
alfalfa to peas, potatoes, corn and onions.
It saddens
me, when I see a farm go to the wayside into housing or malls like they have
over in Tri-cities in Washington . We really need to keep our lands free and
open. We need it for the fresh air, we
need it for the products that are grown there and keep away from foreign
products. Especially when we can grow them right here in the USA .
I seen it
happen in my home state. I lived on an island called Aquidneck with 3 towns… Portsmouth , Middletown and Newport . The first two being farming towns.. but no
longer as true.. as so many of them have been turn into the housing and mall
areas.. when the children of the farmer isn’t interested in farming.
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