The Way to Rainy Mountain

The beginning paragraph of "The Way to Rainy Mountain" makes me feel as if I am actually on the plains on Oklahoma. I can almost see all of the weather that is being described by the author. When the grass is described as "turning brittle and brown, and it cracks beneath your feet" I can hear the crunch of an extremely dry grass during a drought in the middle of summer. When Momaday begins to talk about the lonliness of the land, I can see the wide open space that seems to never end.