This is the part of the country where I come from. The land of high desert, tumbleweed, enormous plains of basalt, and agriculture operations on an industrial scale.
Hamer, which is close to my home town, has a population of just 48 people. Or did. That figure was from the 2010 census. The place looks abandoned now.
When we explored the local dirt roads in 2014, the only thing we saw were a few scattered air-conditioned tractors out in the endless potato fields, kicking up a line of dust behind them that drifted for miles through the vast undulating basin toward the distant Rocky Mountains.
I know that the majority of people passing through the unending arid emptiness of southern Idaho absolutely hate it for all the reasons I just described. But it’s heaven to me. And it smells like dusty sage.