When anyone asks where I live, I generally like to give the very true answer of, "the middle of nowhere." I actually live in a "city," but it is not a city by any of my own definitions. My definition includes (but is not limited to) museums, a lot more stores than just Walmart, and a movie theater that shows more than 4 movies at a time. I know, I'm hard to please. I've just never had to confront how much I need a Target in my life before I moved to the middle of nowhere.
But the bonus of living in the middle of nowhere is that it can be beautiful. And we can see the stars at night. And we can have seriously gorgeous views along side the road to get to somewhere. Over the weekend we explored new roads to get to somewhere, and we took our time. We got out at scenic overviews, farms with longhorn cattle, and we got out for sudden intense needs to go potty on the side of the road (Rowan, not me). And we got out to look at the very big, full moon as she was on the rise.