50+ years ago, when I was a freshman at college, I was talking to the Resident Dormitory Advisor about the good and bad things about cities. He was from Portland, Oregon and felt that it was the smallest city that he would want to live in, because it had just enough arts and culture to be bearable, but someplace like New York or San Francisco was more to his liking. I was from a rural background, with the nearest city about 4,000 people, surrounded by farms and forests. I expressed a dislike for city life, and found that I could get enough culture from books, movies, and TV but an occasional trip to a city to see something special was nice. He accused me of being "militantly Provincial." After a few seconds of thought, I agreed with him. He was dumbfounded!
The avatar is a WWII C-47 (military cargo version of the Douglas DC-3) that I flew in Alaska for years. The photo was taken on a beach in Bristol Bay, where we were picking up 3-1/2 tons of Sockeye Salmon to take to Anchorage for sale to the fresh market. I flew these planes all over Alaska, from halfway out the Aleutian Islands, to Barrow in the far North, to Ketchikan in the Southeast Panhandle. and just about everywhere in between.