we brought trudy out to openland, with moraines and ravines and plants that stayed from the time of glaciers. it's touching to be here in the place that has such history to remember and forget, and feels so tender and peaceful having outlived it's military use and returned to it's beautifully productive uselessness. it feels somehow vast, though we know it's not, it's much smaller than the looming tract of obombaland. it's our love and need of nature that is vast. this land is small, flanked by new development and vast living graveyards of mono-cultured boxes for the one industry that never really dwindles, the omnipresent military. yet peace, when you find it, a little acre of peace, feels vast, and to this place we will always try to return.