Imbolc Hare Moon
El Dorado, Kansas
First, thank you Garmin for the easy routing through Kansas City. I know now why I’ve never succeeded too well on my own. Whoever that woman is they have trapped in there, she knows her K.C. highways.
Driving through Minnesota, then Iowa and into Missouri is not a topographic paradise though I like seeing the growing wind farms in sight of 35 in Iowa. The snow began to disappear south of Des Moines, but the countryside all through those states had that glum grimy appearance that makes you want to grab a good shampoo and go after it until it brightens up. The sky, too, was gray.
The garmin guided me around K.C., no sights there either. My initial goal was to get beyond the Kansas border, but I accomplished that by about 5:00 pm or so and decided to go on a bit. Then I hit the Flint Hills. If you’ve not driven through them, they would surprise you. They are long, long stretches of uninhabited grassland largely given over to cattle grazing and oil wells.
That meant when I stopped in Emporia and found the Food Show was in town sucking up all the available hotel beds, I had to travel another 50 miles to get here, El Dorado. The first place I tried here was full, too. The refinery turnaround the desk clerk said. Oh.
Anyhow the Best Western further in had a room and so I’m down for the night.
Tomorrow I’ll travel through my birth state, Oklahoma. There are lots of family memories there, but few of mine.
It’s good to be on the road.
