So here we are in the middle of Kansas, in June when it’s a green place, and not an endless expanse of brown, cold fields. It makes a change in the traveling attitudes: no existential scream begging to be torn from my chest makes me a much happier passenger.
One thing I’m noticing: there are trees in Kansas! I think that when we drove from Colorado to Ohio a couple of Decembers ago, we were too cold and bored to notice that fact. Also, the leaves on the trees makes them a tad more noticeable. In winter, all of the brown stuff merges together in the landscape.
Silly travel pictures will be taken eventually, and probably posted.
white pebble 