The West, a nest and you, my dear.

[sweetlilcanuck]

I already want to live in this valley in a log cabin and roast elk and moose and wear fur-lined boots and have a plane for my own personal use forever. All you can see is mountains from my room. Bigass, snowy mountains. The leaves are changing already and it'll be snowing by the end of the month.

Manifest destiny is alive and well, my friends. I just want to meet everyone here.