Painted canyons and oil fields

After taking a wrong road that dead ends at a gully, we go back into Medora a little defeated and I opt for a consolation coffee. I score a vanilla latte which the owner Barb wants to donate. Cheers for that! Then, encouraged by kindness and caffeine, it's back out for another try. This time, we head the right way and soon find ourselves in a beautiful area. The colors of the canyon and wild extensive spaces are strangely juxtaposed by the newly established oil wells, popping up here and there like mechanical daisies, and I'm a little ambivalent about how I feel. I know this industry provides some much needed jobs, but at the same time, I'm sad that children in the 21st century have more of this to look forward to. I'm no authority on energy, but it seems with all our alleged technological advances and innovations, we could do a lot better than to expand this sordid sector.