Are we still in Kansas?

I have driven north and south and east and west in Kansas.

I have searched over the two trips through there to see if I could remember one redeeming quality about the state.

My first trip through the state was enroute to Kansas City, Missouri.

It was in January and there was snow and black ice. It was a risky trip.

The next time I ran through Kansas, it was summer, and I entered in the south and drove to the north on my way back home after a trip to the east coast.

I have never met anyone who admitted being from Kansas. My two trips through the state explains why.

Even Dorothy, from the Wizard of Oz, left the state, though unwillingly it turns out. She was happy to return. I still can’t figure that out.

I remember only one scene from a lot of torturous hours driving there.

It was at a farm in the southern part of the state. The farmer had acquired enough rocks to build a rock fence around a good part of his property. I don’t know if he picked that rock off his farm or had it trucked in. It was an impressive wall of rock.

I give him credit for the artistic rock wall, and acknowledge that Kansas farmers help feed America, although I don’t know how they grow crops on such rocky land.

I still can’t figure out how Kansas became a state. South Nebraska perhaps, but not Kansas.

I have been in over 35 states, and Kansas would be at the top of the list as a place not to visit.

To my knowledge, I don’t believe I know anyone from Kansas. It might make Kansans feel somewhat better if they knew that Texas would be my next pick.

I spent more than a day getting through Texas. I gunned the car as fast as I could, but it still took over a day. A difference between the two: Texans are so proud to be from Texas.

Just to set the record straight, I probably would never go to these two states again, but rather would drive around them.

There’s nothing wrong in being proud of where you were born, or where you live. But you should have some supporting evidence to back it up.

Couldn’t write Colorado off, although I didn’t like the eastern part of the state. But the western part is spectacular. As soon as I could see the Rocky Mountain 

Range, I felt like I was nearly home.

I liked Vermont. I wouldn’t say it is the most beautiful state, but being a quaint place, it’s near the top of the list.

Other than that, Idaho, Wyoming and Montana have long been my favorite places to vacation. It might be because I have traveled and spent a lot of time in them.

As a whole, we live in a wonderful country full of beauty and interesting people.