Landscapes change.
When my ancestors came to this county in 1889 there were NO TREES. Now much of it is covered by mesquite and other types of trees.
When they came it was all prairie grass. They broke out the grass covered land for the first time. There were no towns. There was no timber to build a home. They lived in Dugouts for a number of years. The little timber that was used in the construction was brought in by wagon.
They were a hardy and independent lot. They came here to be left alone and live their lives in peace. That is all we want today.
Mexican cattle poop planted the mesquite trees.
Good luck with that. </Spongebob>
I moved aboard a small cruising sailboat I picked up for a song just when the economy hit, and I’m glad I did. I’m a neo-viking in search of a fjord just far enough away that my nanny can no longer protect and serve me.
Back in 2003 my wife and I retraced the steps of Walter A. Wyckoff, a college professor who walked/worked his way across pre-auto America in 1892 as a social experiment. We tried taking pictures of all the places he mentioned (over 100 towns in 13 states). Every place where he spoke of "wide-ranging vistas" is now heavily forested.
I read somewhere that there are more forested areas and wild game now than when the settlers first came here. Disbeliever at first, after out two-month trip I could see that it could be true.