The steppes are in fact growing on me. Because I did laundry yesterday, it's begun to rain. The cows don't care, the sheep do a little. Host Papa gets restive. I'm in a nearby town today with another PCV, and we drove 40km beside the road instead of on it, since every car on the road was spinning out. The roads are impressively bad. But it was a nice drive, straight into pretty empty terrain, and the storms off in the distance were worth watching. There's as much sky as a person could want to see, and it can be clear in one place, raining a few miles off, a storm or two over the river somewhere in the distance. Sweater weather. Boot weather.