I remember this feeling. Last time we covered a lot of ground, I felt like, "Why the hell didn't I know there was so much OF America and it's variety was so great?" It's a wonderful feeling, especially when you have no plan as to destination, except for where you might want to be when you go to sleep.
Today we rolled out of Montana into Wyoming, back into Montana and down most of Idaho. On our left were mountains of many varieties - including razortooth, barren to tall, gravelly evergreen covered and massive, piled groupings off in the distance. The landscape went from cool and green to yellowing to farmland. All of it was beautiful in it's own way.
One thing that amazes me is that when ask people if they like where they are living, it's mostly "no" and a rolling of the eyes. Omaha was the exception. Why? Wishing for escape? I see a lot of people loading themselves with wishes to not be someplace and not doing anything about it. Or, perhaps, not trusting themselves to make good decisions and act on them. Another possibility is that they are so focused on what they don't like that they are not thinking about what they do like. An absence of being grateful, if you will.
I've learned that knowledge and experience is best reinforced by comparison. Zoo and I have talked about this at length as the miles rolled by... An ideal example is me writing about being grateful to know so much more of America. Out of all the states we have visited, I have only been to Colorado. Now I have firsthand experience in so much more of America, and having a social lubricant in the form of Zoo Broker along only makes the experience richer.
America is large and diverse in many respects. If you live here, do yourself a favor and take the time to explore it.