Spectacular whitecaps foaming up on a sea of dirt, created by fancy from the mini-drifts behind each tuft of dry grass and every clump of sage brush, and the sea nothing but the scoured land in between. Meringue Mountains, baked with perfectly browned peaks hide on lonely roads, where none but the adventurous, and the imaginative will ever see them. Some who look see only the blending of wind blown dirt and snow on the side of a hill. Those hillsides that seem so barren on first appearance team with life. A trip to town becomes a lesson in zoology.
Antelope seem to appear magically from the hillsides.
Like an optical illusion. You cannot quite see it until you know the trick of it. Once known, you can see nothing else. Prairie dogs pop up along the road. Ground squrrels play dodge-em with the cars.