local to local
Sitting in the first park above Daisy Dean Campground we look out at nearly infinite space. The Crazies touch the sky in the far distance with some trees and mostly prairie in between. It takes a turn of my head to see the expanse. Four wheelers are coming back off the peak, they stop to pick up the half full potato chip bag they dropped on the road. Hunger, frugality, or contentiousness? It is only a stereotype that 4-wheelers have no conscious, though some of them appear not to.