I was in love with the desert from the first time I ever laid eyes on eastern Oregon's high desert as a child when we went out for a drive between Bend and Burns. Each of the deserts has it's own,,,,,,flavor, so to speak. Eastern Oregon's rolling plains, punctuated by volcanoes and rimrocks, dotted with big sagebrush, have an air of melancholy and loneliness that touches your heart and ignites your curiosity. There is so much history and mystery. Much of the country was once homesteaded by misled settlers who thought they could grow wheat and other crops there. Of course, they couldn't, and they soon deserted the desert enmasse. Now the country seems to echo with memories and the loneliness of a deserted home. The wind and sand blows across weather-silvered boards on the plains that are all that remain of those who came with their dreams and saw them broken, leaving with hearts as desolate as the land.