South Dakota
My passion for the Grasslands of America is evidenced through this organizations literature over the past 5 months. In the mountains you never feel alone, as you are surrounded by the purple majesty of innumerable wonders. The plains by contrast are full of melancholy, the howling wind and vastness of sky are constant reminders of loneliness. In this landscape I find peace.
The plains appear tame as a saddled horse and wild as a mustang in the same instant. Looking out over rolling hills and grazing deer everything seems possible and notching your tag appears a certainty. Hours later on your tenth blown stalk of the day, out of water, and running from a rattling sound under a rock, you are suddenly surrounded by the wild land Hugh Glass crawled across after being mauled by a grizzly 200 years ago.