… thrice blessed by being virtually farmer-free, a site upon which the Middle American equation of agricultural drudgery and Christian virtue has no traction, where mercantile virtues triumph and your average Nevadan’s experience of food production is confined to watching the “lobster plane” land at McCarran airport every morning.
Dave Hickey, It’s Morning in Nevada, Harper’s, November 2006, Pg. 58
No wonder everyone wants to live there… God, I miss the mountains.