I have to say that I feel even worse now. And, there ARE beautiful areas in Amarica! I would settle for an open field with some trees around. The town, that I now live in is one square mile in size! Houses, private property in every direction.
A very little used airport is probably 3 miles away. No control tower and usually even the radio isn't manned. More planes fly there for skydiving, than anything else. My late father started Sky Diving here and this spring, a road near the airport will be named for him.
When I learned to fly there, in a J3 Cub, tail dragger, there was only one grass strip. Dad taught me and later on, he would remove his stick, from the back seat and then he would put it in the luggage compartment while I took off and landed, over and over. He taught me aerobatics, which I loved.
I flew before I walked and I loved the weightless feeling! We progressed to a Cessna, then to a Luscom. Not sure about the spelling. I want to say it was an 8E. Anyway, nothing compared to the tail dragger! A fabric plane and the typical yellow color. A perfect landing, meant stalling the plane at the moment your wheels touched down! We did SO many touch and goes!
Sorry, for going down memory lane!