There's some kind of magical allure about the hills of the Palouse in June. Is it the shade of green on the hillsides that appears once a year? Is it the fresh morning breeze in your back? It's hard to put your finger on exactly what it is, but one thing is for sure -- it's undeniable that it catches you in a sense of awe and wonder.
Small homesteads on massive plots of land. Grain elevators and silos, nestled in paddocks of wheat that seem to never stop. In every single direction that you can see. Put your head on a swivel, and take it all in. No matter if it's high noon or day's end, the experience is spectacular.