Journeyed a just a little bit West--into the Flint Hills basically--this weekend to visit a friend.
I swear, I don't know how people don't have more wrecks out there. You'll be driving along, and all of a sudden you'll hit the crest of a hill and everything will open up in front of you--green mixed with gold mixed with black (from the newly burned fields). As you would imagine, being Kansas, it is flat, but it's a rolling flat, not utterly flat like true Western Kansas. And it's absolutely beautiful in that huge, lonely, desolate kind of way.
Makes it hard to pay proper attention to the road.