Winter time. Right before anything crazy. Stayed a month. I was on the last spot. So my view was endless fields. Small mountains, windmills far away. And Deer and Antelope showing up in the field almost daily. Was quite beautiful. Very quiet. And hosts were so so kind to me. I felt like a burden but I was just dog tired, no strength, mentally drained from travel and thoughts. But they helped when ever I asked. (Would of hugged them at the end if I wasn't so distraught over trying to hitch up in the wind and cold with noodle arms and broken back.)