Memorial Day 1

There are few places that soothe me like the high prairie. Each spring my sons and I go there to camp, and always they bring friends. What do we find? A small town with an abandoned Art Deco train station, the kind that makes you want to head for Santa Fe. A swimming hole where I’ve taken friends for 30 years, and which is ringed with watercress. A distant spring that you have to hike to, where when you camp at night you can listen to its rush. Endless hills of bluestem prairie.

There’s nothing much to do out there; it’s just a place of quiet and peace. And that’s pretty much the point.

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