I can’t stop thinking about this song after traveling through Idaho a few days ago.
O beautiful for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain.
We traveled through Idaho on our way to a meeting in Wyoming. Yes, we saw a lot of Idaho potatoes growing but it is the fields of wheat that had me in awe – and out of the car taking pictures. America is truly beautiful. At least this part of America is that has been able to irrigate their fields because of ample rainfall this summer. Unfortunately that is not the case in many other parts of the country.
I floated in a raft down the Snake River this morning, and while I was in this patriotic mood, guess what I saw?