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.



  1. bec on September 24, 2007 at 12:05 AM

    but now you get to play with greebs.

  2. Greta on September 24, 2007 at 11:06 AM

    Oh GOOD, I’m glad you made it to Topeka okay. I somehow lost you again when we were talking and then couldn’t get ahold of you– I was having visions of you screeching to the side of the road in a gasless wheeze and needing to drop the phone in order to do frantic car fixing calisthenics. So glad the only calisthenics involved a tumbleweed.

    Let’s finish our conversation soon yes?

  3. sarah on September 24, 2007 at 12:43 PM

    ha! Ah that drive, how i miss it not so much! Try doing it all through college! glad you got away from your creepy ex in the springs and that largest praie dog in the world!

  4. Todd on September 25, 2007 at 9:07 AM

    You didn’t stop and see the world’s largest hand dug well? Or the barb wire museum? You really missed some of the great treasures of Kansas.

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