I have seldom felt more powerless and insignificant than I do when in the Great Plains. In the hills or the mountains there is always another turn or crevasse to seek shelter in. Where it is endlessly flat, there is nothing. There is beauty in it but there is also a feeling of loss. Mother nature could come and destroy hundreds of square miles with nothing but wood and nails the feebly try to stand in her way. It is an uncomfortable feeling knowing you are there. Oh, and I’m staying in a motorhome, to add to the feeling of strength I have out here …

At least they are making strides towards renewable energy.