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Marlboro Country
Cigarette
commercials on television are a thing of the past. One such
commercial that impressed my grandmother and in turn influenced me
was the Marlboro commercials. Neither she nor any of her children
smoked. It was the nature of the advertisement that piqued her
interest. Scenes of the west with cowboys herding cattle or wild
horses kicking up dust under sunset skies gave her a longing to see
Marlboro Country. They were not unlike the automobile commercials
where we watch a car zipping around Monument Valley in the middle of
nowhere.
In wasn’t until 1996, when I was pregnant with my fourth child, that
I got to see Marlboro Country. My husband took me on a trip to
explore the west. It was a dream come true. With expansive views and
spectacular scenery, we were hooked. Mountains and plateaus of
different hues towered in the distance, giant cactus stood at
attention in the desert, and fierce wind blew tumbleweed across the
road. Over the next several years we decided to search for our
Marlboro Country to raise our
second litter.
That day came near the end of 2000, when we crossed the border of
Idaho into Montana. In the middle of winter and covered in snow, we
knew we had found the
Last Best Place.
©10/30/08
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