This morning, we flew out of Chicago and back into the desert. I really have no impression of the windy city as we only used it to begin and end our vacation. To be frank, I have little interest in big or even medium-sized cities anymore. I haven’t yet tired of looking out over a cornfield and I thrill at peering into the depths of a forest. I’ll get down on my hands and knees to inspect newts, mushrooms, and the minutia of the forest or desert floor, but am rarely impressed with architecture when it comes to blanketing a landscape to obscure where nature had previously been. Sorry, New Yorkers, but a really big park doesn’t represent the wild as I have come to appreciate it. Then again, I have never really seen the wild – only the remnants of what remains.