While I did hope for just a teeny-tiny funnel cloud waayyyyyy off in the distance (cause I’ll most definitely soil my undergarments if one pops up within touching distance), I was rewarded with dramatic clouds instead. Much more civilized.

Kansas is flat. Superduper flat-flat. It felt like it took us weeks to cross from east to west. One day was all it took. But it was one of the longest travel-days I’ve experienced.

Who said corn fields are not romantic, huh?

Above is probably my favourite Kansas-shot. Although I was sucked dry by the mozzies while leopard-crawling on the ground…..woke up the next morning and resembled a Klingon….

Stayed the night in a charming little town called Oakley and yes, we did the proper thing and slept in the Annie Oakley Motel after having a burger and beer at Buffalo Bill’s Bar and Grill.

Assimilation is a work in progress 😉