well now, pardner, let me spin you a yarn that might just tickle your fancy, startin' from the commencement, right when the sun dips behind them mountains. ain't no one in the habit to disparage the art of makin' do with what the land gives us, even if them designs of a predissolutionary time are a touch obscured by the dust of progress. in this vast wilderness, we learn to see the beauty in the obscured, finding paths where others might just see prisons of the land.