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The old Indian chief sat in his home on the reservation, smoking his ceremonial pipe, eyeing the two U.S. government officials sent to interview him. "Chief Two Eagles," one official began, "you have observed the white man for many years. You have seen all his progress and all his problems." The chief nodded. The official continued, "What do you think of all the white man has done?" The chief stared at the officials for more than a minute, and then calmly replied. "When white man found the land, Indians were running it. No taxes. No debt. Plenty buffalo, plenty beaver. Women did most of the work. Medicine man free. Indian men hunted and fished all the time." The chief paused, then added, "Only white man dumb enough to think he could improve system like that."


I feel like traveling.

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I am tired of looking at scenes like the photo below. Iowa and its surrounding states have a special kind of beauty all their own – but scenes like this one do get old.

475151_22929464(It’s a cornfield.)

I want to be somewhere like the photo below. Somewhere completely free of diesel trucks, leash laws, traffic noise and, above all, cornfields. Don’t get me wrong, I love sweet corn, but cornfields serve as a stark reminder of what used to be. It’s very difficult to find original prairie – any place that corn can grow profitably is being used to profitably grow corn.

650549_72079295(I have no idea where this photo was taken)

Stone State Park is just outside of Sioux City. It’s a beautiful park, plenty of scenic overlooks and a decent campground with modern facilities. Its only drawback is that it’s a campground where you literally park your car next to your tent. You’re awoken all through the night by headlights, RV’ers and other desecrations to wilderness solitude. I want to go somewhere that requires me to hike a few hours to get to the campsite.

I want to be able to sit by a fire with a good book and my dog, cook foilfood in the coals and at night relax in the tent with my wife listening to NOTHING but the bugs and night creatures. No bumping sound systems,  no horns, no diesels, no traffic, no light pollution etc. A couple big nasty cigars are involved somewhere in that equation. Wouldn’t mind a six-pack and a few good friends, either.

prairie-stone-state-park(Stone State Park)