Words fall short expressing my feelings when I visit the Pawnee National Grasslands. The quite will do that. The only sounds are the wind, the birds, maybe a cow mooing in the distance, my footsteps and my own breathing. None of sounds of the city can be heard, just quiet. The vastness has a way of making me feel small and insignificant, yet so much a part of it. It's an ecosystem all its own, one many people never experience. This is a land where no plow has turned the soil. There is not much of that left in of the short, mixed and tall prairies. This is cowboy country where small dark specks in the distance are grazing cattle. It's a place of quiet.