In the context of west to east - as in driving - the flat states are certainly hellish. I would be happy to live out there, though. I'm fond of some seclusion.
I mean, I went from seeing the Atlantic on a monday through a bridge gap in Delaware to seeing the Pacific that Friday I think near San Jose. The only exciting part of the drive up to Denver was when the horizon forgot it's not supposed to be uphill and just kinda stayed that way until we found mountains like fucking whoa and went down through the desert states around to Bakersfield then back up across the rockies near Wyoming and back down through corn hell again.
Wait, on the way back we had to stop in Elko for a few days to get the truck repaired (was riding in a big rig with mom/her guy) so we stayed at a motel that didn't even have water in the pool but was literally the only option.
It's hard to remember what it was really like, it sucked so hard, such a vast painfully boring expanse of fuck and all in every direction.
I didn't mention it because it's such a uniquely awful place, and even though most of Nevada is pointless, I don't recall the rest of it being so completely featureless and bland... I swear the only reason it wasn't in black and white is because everything was fucking orange brown.
The salt flats were
interesting by comparison, if only because of the ridiculous twist ending where you end up driving past all the goddamn water on one side and nothing on the other, then gorgeous mountains and a beautiful city full of nobody I'm interested in meeting.
Only place in the US I've ever seen without a speck of graffitti, it would be amazing if that wasn't such an unsettling thing when you really think about it.
Iowa is lovely compared to Elko, and really the corn fields were kinda amusing at first, like telling the same joke four times so everyone is sick of it, then the fifth time it's hilarious?
Iowa kept going like fifty times past that, which was dumb, but then you see Nebraska waiting there excited to tell you this hilarious ass joke it just heard and it's like, what the fuck even IS a Nebraska by the end of it.
The Rockies and chunks of the Appalachians are painfully beautiful, like you don't even care that you're technically in Wyoming or Utah, not to mention the lush valleys over in Tennessee and Kentucky where you feel like you're in a velvet painting or some shit, and those goddamn bizarre landscapes in New Mexico and Arizona are like whoa.
The fuck even is a Nebraska though?