We passed this old windmill while we traveled through northwestern Nebraska. It was early in the day, and we did not see many people, nor was there much traffic on the state highway on which we were traveling.

It got me to thinking…it is so quiet, so lonely out here on the plains. If it feels lonely to me, imagine what it was like for the travelers across the western plains during the years of settlement. You can get a feeling, when the wind is blowing, and it does quite often blow, how lonely it must have been…real loneliness, true solitude!