I grew up in Pennsylvania and now, for the past 50 years, I've lived out here in the Nevada outback. My eastern friends often ask me why I choose to live in a place so isolated. From now on I will just give them the link to this post of Dave's. It will explain it much better than words ever could. A couple months ago I had to attend a funeral in upstate New York, that reminded me what hustle and bustle, and noise 24 hours a day, mean. I was very glad to get home.
As far as the sage grouse, after having observed them for so many years I have come to the conclusion that they are the dumbest bird alive. Must be a close relative to the dodo bird! No wonder they are about to be put on the endangered species list! They will stand on a road and be run over instead of getting out of the way. So far I have had two of them kill themselves by charging into the side of my dirt bike, and the government is paying good money to have people put flagging on fencing because the sage hens fly into the fence and kill themselves.