My final stop in the Lower 48, before heading north, was a sheep farm in North East Washington about 50 miles from British Columbia. I wandered off the main road and as had happened before in remote places, the Garmin GPS map went blank. I blindly drove around dirt roads looking for the farm, finally spotting it on a hillside, their Yurt stood out. My friendly host came out to greet me, handing me a bag of salad greens. Sally showed me my Yurt, it was huge and brand new. It was nestled amongst various farm buildings on a bucolic hillside with sweeping views. My host sheepishly asked where Karen was ( I had booked months earlier). I think her and her husband felt sorry for the lone traveler, I ended up being invited to a wonderful dinner out on their patio overlooking grazing sheep, it was a special evening I won’t forget. Once again, I have found great pleasure in meeting new people in my Airbnb travels. As before, these farmers told tales of loosing livestock to Cougars and now wolves, they are constantly battling nature.
When I departed the next morning, 
after thanking them profusely, I told them I wish they were my neighbors in Vermont . America’s heartland is full of good people
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