A blog as boring as western Kansas
The 9-hour drive from Denver to Kansas City was uneventful. The most exciting thing that happened was pulling over at a gas station to lie down, belly on asphalt, and yank a tumbleweed out from under the car.
Other than that, it was rattlesnake farms and “Come see the 5-legged steer!” signs. I almost ran out of gas, but I didn’t. I made it to Topeka in time. I almost wish that I WOULD have run out of gas – then I would have had a cool story for you. But. I don’t.
Here I am in Kansas City.