At every Thanksgiving dinner, my family asks everyone around the table to say what they’re grateful for. It puts new guests on the spot, so sometimes they just thank the hosts — an easy out that makes it harder for anyone else struggling for a good answer. I’ve been in that position, but this year I know what I’m grateful for.
That’s because after years away I’m back in the West, living in Colorado near millions of acres of public land. If the love of wide-open spaces defines a Westerner, then our region gives us lots to love.