Driving in the desert is a different experience. You have time to think. I feel free and relaxed. I marvel at the amount of space and beauty this nation has. I think about the people who moved west on covered wagon or horse back not too long ago and how much harder their life must have been. I learn to appreciate what I have. It's strange to see people living in such poor conditions in the middle of nowhere. I think they may have lost their dignity and joy to be satisfied in living this way. Most of the Native Americans we met did not seem happy. They surely have not been treated well.
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