Palouse

And again, the pastoral compared to our country with what we've wasted, Whether it's timber or grass feed, you know, the world that I've seen in my short life has a heck of a lot more room for livestock than it does for a plow.

Now that country, my granddad, it kind of reminded you of the Palouse country in Eastern Washington, rolling hills and lots of places.

Yeah, there was straight up and down rock piles too, but lots of country that somebody would in here would be raising winter wheat, I would think, but it's all being grazed and it's grazed.

It's not waving in the wind.

Mm-hmm.

And grain's coming in from the Palouse, it's coming in from, you know, the interior of the US, and it's getting put in these ships, not in containers, right? It's just like, kind of like the reverse of the, of what I saw in CanExport.

Tons and tons and tons of grain just, just shoveling into the belly of this giant ship.

No containers in sight.

Becky Kenny, Baroness of the Great Katy Prairie in Katy, Texas.

Then we have, let me see, Sir 10CFR50B, Baronet of the Palouse from Iowa.

And also sends a note with 333.

In the morning, Adam and Dvorak clan, it pains me to think that I have delayed donating for so long.

That said, I'm getting back on the path to my Baron title with this Order of the Ant donation.

I request the nightlist to be updated to show my relocation from Oregon to northern Idaho and dropping of my current title, Baronet of the Willamette Valley, to the new title.

Regards, Stu, Sir 10 CFR 50B, Baronet of the Palouse.

I should know what 10 CFR 50B means, I'm sure.

The man from Boise describes God's country in terms of sagebrush and brown plains.

The Palouse dweller pictures wheat fields, mentioning not windstorms and feverish summer mercury.

The Californian sees his poppy-golden hills.

The eyes of the Puget Sound dweller are bright with memories of majestic timber and broad waterways, unclouded by any mention of gray rain.

The river rolls between banks of barrenness as we emerge on the western rim of the land of little rain, for the moisture-laden clouds from the Pacific are thwarted in their eastern progress by the mountain barrier, along whose summits they cluster weeping in their baffled anger upon the wet westerly slopes, while the dry sunny eastland mocks their dour grayness.

Close beside the river is the harshest of all this rainless land.

Sand blows, the cliffs are barren black, the hillsides bleak and brown, but ever so little away from the barren valley bottom are rich regions of orchards and green fields, and easterly in the countries of Walla Walla, Palouse, and John Day, far-reaching fields of grain abound.

Farming is upon a bonanza basis, and the bigness of it all is reminiscent of the Dakotas, were it not for the majestic mountain skylines, blessed visual reliefs lacking altogether in the continental mid-regions.

Those two areas seem to get a lot of the love.

Maybe the Palouse, some of the farmland.

But what I found driving all around Washington is there's just a lot of cool things, and I wanted to share that and, and really show people.

I, I, I just love this state.

Then maybe I'll get a little sick of it.

But love the Palouse.

yeah

that was a non-athlete choosing that highlight because uh those of us who have been on the field are like oh his knee's gone like hopefully it's just a sprain or an overextension but it's like damn that could have been that kid's season right there and we're just like oh basketball player broken ankle whoa it's like no that might be a broken tendon brother that might be ko for for our boy over there, Eastern.

Okay.

Uh, Cole, we've already talked some about Wazzu, but what do you got for us on, um, the Palouse?

Uh, well, Dy mentioned, uh, they lost a lot from last year.

42% returning production overall.

Yeah.

And then where we live, it's, like, out on what's called the Palouse-

Yeah

... which are all the rolling hills of-