It’s a long dusty trail to Lonesomeville, but you’re almost there. You’re almost there.

I love the quiet solitude of eastern Oregon. You can drive for hours, never encountering anyone else. Or—better—you’re wandering the hills, and gorges, never-ended sage. You’re alone. Out Frenchglen way, you’re not encountering anyone but adventurers. It’s the farthest removed from any Interstate in the Lower 48. No one’s there for anything but capturing joy as it flies. And you feel that like that long lost dreams we’ve all had. A forgotten embrace. Lost in the bright sagebrush sea. Working ranches, coyotes, opening barbed wire gates and never looking back.

Over the years I’ve bought land at county auctions. I like to go to Burns, or Lakeview, or little Vale. I’ve seen swarms of Mormon crickets, and gotten lost in the Christmas Valley dunes. And then I roll on up with a cashier’s check and buy land to hold it and think about it and do absolutely nothing with it. So maybe you want to buy it? Let’s see. My favorite spots are my inholdings in the Alvord desert, and a rare 40 acre lake inholding in the lonesome hills near Lakeview. Just getting to these places is that sublime journey to the west.

See ya on the road.