The Great Nothingness

I'm sorry to have fallen off the map. Sadly I had nothing move me in the stretch of distance between Tribune Kansas and McPherson Kansas.

The people in Dighton, Scott City, and Great Bend were scowly, short in conversation, and generally just none to happy to see me.

Those of you who have ridden with me know that I am a waver. I'll wave at any car coming my way, unless I'm really dying on the ride. But during this whole stretch I just gave up on it. No one returned my salutations, no one even smiled. I felt very very much alone during this stretch of the tour. The clerk's at the stores I stopped in for food were uncommunicative. The flat green land turned into the brown harvested fields, or further down the road pasture land with oil wells.

Lyons was pretty cool. They had a good coffee shop. The roads were to narrow and semi trucks blared at me while close passing, but the coffee was the best I had in Kansas so far.

All in all, the Transamerica route through this part of Kansas could use an update. Maybe swing it north to the Flint Hills Trail, or further south near Wichita were those nice folks who showered me with Gatorade live. But as for this section, utterly forgettable.

I'm taking the weekend off, hanging out with an old college buddy. Then I'll set out for Kansas City and long lost relatives. It is good that there is another chapter to be written about this journey. I'd hate to end it on such a flat note. May the rolling hills of Missouri hold more charm than the putting green of Central Kansas.

Till next time Dear Readers...

Only thing of note from Tribune to McPherson is the tremendous amount of ditch weed growing just off the highway. Being from Colorado I'd never partake of such low quality bud but for this part of the world it seems a perfect fit the locals.