Recently we crossed the 30,000 mile mark our trip odometer. Those miles have been over mountains, bridges, major city streets, brick, gravel and dirt roads and long stretches of freeway. Many of the miles have been easy to navigate, some of them have been rough, narrow or steep.
I like being in the mountains, the views are spectacular and the wildlife is plentiful. The air does seem crisper, and rivers more clear. I said I like being up in the mountains, but I did not say that I liked driving up into them our down from them. I get anxious when there is someone behind me pushing to get past on a narrow road, I get tired of using the turn outs to let people by, and I don't enjoy the smell of brake pads on the way down. That doesn't mean that I haven't enjoyed my time in the mountains. I will certainly drive them again.
This week, however, I have enjoyed the simple pleasure of cruising along the highways of Kansas. The wind seemed to blow almost without pause, the fields of grain rippled, and the Cruiser was a ship floating on a calm river.
Becky was engrossed in a book, the kids played games in the back and I was peacefully alone at the rudder.
Some people say there isn't anything to see in Kansas, but I disagree. There is always something to see, you just have to be open to what is there.
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