If it weren’t for the snow-capped Sierra Nevada’s floating distantly in the haze, Visalia, California, might pass for Kansas.
The terrain is unremittingly flat, the roads checkerboard at right angles, and farming is what matters. Irrigation ditches and muddy tracks entering and then tapering off on the county roads are too numerous to notice, and the vastness in the crop rows and vault of open sky keeps human activity properly scaled inside nature’s expanse.
