BASSETT
The mere absence of rocks gave the soil a kind of amiability
and generosity, and the absence of natural boundaries gave the spirit
a wider range. Wire fences might mark the end of a man's pasture, but
they could not shut in his thoughts as mountains and forests can.
~Willa Cather~
My Grandparents live north of Bassett, Nebraska, which is one of my favorite places on earth. Every summer I would spend upwards of three months living there, working with the cows and horses, and putting up hay. Over Christmas break and any other possible escape from school, I would flee to the ranch, even if it was just for the weekend. A veritable shuttle service would go up and down the highway, carrying my brother and me, or our cousins, or all of us, and stopping at the GoFer Food in Sargent.
As an adult, I still try to make it up there, to visit my relatives and to escape from the busy pace of life. Here, I am attempting to share with you some of that experience.
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