There's just so much land out there. And fences to divide and parcel it (I wonder what is being kept in and what is being kept out?). And those red, red jagged rocks breaking into scrub and shrubs and trees. And then the land begins to soften, to roll toward mountains, and the horizon becomes more manageable again, losing that vertiginous sense of the earth falling away into the sky.
It's easy to forget sometimes how big this country really is.