I'd call it:  Raw Hide!

Though I live in the west, I sometimes lose connection to the roots that put me here in the first place--my people come from Wyoming and Idaho.  So I love it when we can steal away from city life and head back into nature, which we do every Memorial weekend.

We're heading up into Southern Idaho and western Wyoming, which I think are among the most beautiful places ever--the Tetons, the farms, Yellowstone, wide open spaces, clear, clean air.  (You have to overlook the occasional personal junkyard, but even those are kinda cool).

Every time I head out I'm reminded of a cabby I once met in New York.  He was driving me to the upper West Side, and as we cut through Central Park I asked him where he liked to go in his off time.  He told me he'd never been off Manhattan other than to drive people to JFK International!

Maybe he made it up; I mean, I still find it hard to believe that a person might never travel farther than 100 miles from the place they were born.  Yet I'm sure it happens all the time for lots of people, and thinking on the cabby's story always reminds me that I'm blessed to be able to get out into the world and explore a little.  Because even if it's not as much as I'd like, it's more than so many others are able to do.

May your holiday be marvelous!
M