We’ve been traveling and last night we stayed at Liberal Inn in Liberal, Kansas. Matt, we stayed there especially for you, I just want you to know that. I felt your presence there in the sign that said: Pheasant hunters! Please do not bring your bird dogs or dead pheasants into your rooms.
The city apparently does not live up to its name. I suggested “Redneck, Kansas” as a change.
We’re on the first leg of a 18-day trip that will cover over 5,000 miles. We’ll head over to Idaho the end of this week after four days in Iowa, with a stop in Denver on the way. We haven’t traveled over the holidays for several years now so it’s a rather interesting experience with the kids.
All I can say is this: we need a bigger car. Preferably a mini-van, even though my father loves to call them “Mormon assault wagons.” The kids are small now, but if Ben actually needed to put his feet down, we’d be in trouble.
We’ve seen a surprising amount of… nothing. Reminding me exactly how huge the U.S. is. I have seen a large number of birds of prey, including a giant bald eagle sitting on a power line. I expected the thing to snap at any moment; I am accustomed to bald eagles in, say, the Grand Canyon, but sitting on a Kansas powerline scoping out the wheat fields? Surprising, to say the least.
Anyway, we are back in the midwest and every time I visit, I always feel like I should buy a tractor and move here immediately to start cultivating enormous quantities of corn. Really, I do have a sense of “home” here that is difficult to explain. I attribute it to my Hobbit roots.
I will post here when I can, but the next three weeks will be a bit choppy. Happy Holidays, if I don’t manage a post before then, and safe traveling to others who are on the roads this season.
~Misheru
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