So this is Middle America.
Oh yes, we are in Kansas, Dorothy. Hays, Kansas, a name I remember from Gunsmoke episodes as a town where Marshall Dillion always had to go to fetch a prisoner (and usually get bushwhacked by said prisoner and his buddies on the way back). There's not much to Hays, pop. 20,103. But it looked like the gates of heaven after 350 miles of nothing from Denver. In fact, I think "Hays" is a Shawnee Indian word meani
ng "finally, something!"So that's our one Kansas photo. Don't let those trees in the foreground fool you--that shot was actually on the Colorado border. I just couldn't motivate myself to take a picture of endless prairies. We came a gopher's breath from going into "Prairie Dog Town" to see "the world's biggest prairie dog" and "6-legged steer." That's what prairie stare will do to you.
Seriously though, we realize we are in America's Breadbasket. We would be hurting without the vast agricultural activity of this state.
So we ate at the Golden Corral tonight to celebrate.
See you in Missouri tomorrow, Lord willing!
SDG--AT
2 comments:
Hey travelers! Thanks for all the updates and the history...it is great! I wish Cam and I (& Terrance heading back west)would have taken the time to stop and enjoy God's country a little more...we just wanted to get to where we were going...so we are enjoying your trip...keep us posted...know you are all loved and missed...
You bethcha, Blessed Gambles! Thanks for reading.
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