Kansas

I've put off writing this post for some four weeks now, 'cause I just don't know what to write. I've only driven through Kansas once or twice before, and the area has always sparked some wish to return. The sky is enormous and the unframed vistas are long, and while most consider it's situation with derision, the repetition of the unbound rolling lanscape is definitely not without beauty.

I hadn't planned on being in Kansas, but life seldom follows a plan. I was here for a funeral. One for my best friend's father, a man that I greatly respected and will miss. He was buried in the family plot along the Kansas River, and it was for this that I made the trip to the prairie along the old Oregon Trail.