I hope things are well with you and that you are keeping your biting under control.
Three hours into Kansas and I get the whole "human owner knocked out by wind" thing. Three days into Kansas and I'm still not feeling the "no place like home" love. The people are nice enough in a quiet and unpretentious way. It's the wind...the wicked wind...
Dave thinks he has an answer and it goes back to the Dust Bowl of the 1930s. He recently read "The Worst Hard Time" by Timothy Egan, et. al., which talks about the poor land management practices of the Plains farmers in the 1920s leading to the huge loss of soil in the early 1930s. One of President Roosevelt's grandiose ideas was to plant 300 million trees in the Plains to combat wind-related erosion and help alter the micro climate. Roughly 30 million trees were planted by the CCC (Civilian Conservation Corp), but when the rains returned and WWII spiked demand for grains, most of the farmers plowed over the young trees, leaving the mostly denuded landscape. Occasionally, Dave and I would pass a row of trees and think "Thank you CCC!"
There's still time to feel the love...despite 97 miles today, we're a little less than half the way across this long state.