There is no place on Earth like the Painted Hills. One moment, you are driving through the dry sagebrush of Eastern Oregon, and suddenly, they appear. Nothing grows here. But if your heart doesn't explode in gratitude for the planet while walking through them, quite frankly, you don't have one. This is tremendous. This is why we must be stewards, and release the concept of dominion. This.
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