America’s states and commonwealths never cease their aesthetic displays. In flying to the West from the Southeast on clear days, one can behold much, if he simply attends–from seemingly endless fields in Iowa and Nebraska, to the first of the Rockies in Wyoming and then Idaho.

Finally I arrived in Boise, a fine town in a valley, with ample walking trails and mountains around.

Headed next to Minnesota for a quick turn and burn, then back to Dixie.

Looking forward to getting home Saturday to see the family and class with the saints from church Sunday.