Now why would anyone visit Kansas? You know all the “Dorothy” jokes about Kansas – hear tales of boring drives across it’s flat expanse – jokes about it’s corny-ness in August. My two small dogs, Willy (in front) and Sophie (behind him) decided it was best to just sleep through Kansas.
Well, that’s just what I did. I visited Kansas in August. And – I loved it!!
My excuse is I was born there, so I always have a sense of being home again when I’m there. To me, its flat prairies and constant wind are an inspiration. I want to sing out loud, want to swing my arms as wide as the sky and if my 70+ knees would stand it, run against the perpetual wind. I notice myself breathing deeply as though I could suck in the simple beauty of the rolling Flint Hills dotted with scrubby stands of cottonwood and willow in the draws. It would be even more beautiful in spring. But then --- most places are prettier in spring.
In the above photo I liked the contrast between the abandoned limestone farm house and it's old fashioned windmill with the modern wind turbine you can see faintly in the center rear. As I continued west along Interstate 70, the windfarms followed the crest of the hills for miles and miles. If there is one thing Kansas in abundance it's wind and limestone.
Standing in line at a fast food place, I heard people who talk just like I do – a flat kind of drawl. I didn’t have to interpret their language and nuances – everyone spoke just like they should speak! Plainly! Hee, hee. It’s all in the ear of the beholder.
Visiting Lingsborg, KS on a 100 degree day wasn't as much fun as I wished . As you can see my doggies have their tongues hanging out. I quickly closed my panting mouth long enough for a kind stranger to take this photo.
My recommendation is to visit Kansas if you must, but only in May or September. ~pam