A Prairie Home Companion

I left New Mexico on a cloudy Saturday morning. After departing Albuquerque way before the Sun even thought about rising, and picking up some ice at Cline's Corners, I made my way east to Tucumcari. Then I motored northeast along a route that took me through the panhandles of Texas and Oklahoma, and grabbed some food in Liberal, Kansas. I didn't stop to see Dorothy's house again, but it was a nice thing to be on some familiar roads again.





My route took me through Wichita and on up a toll road to Kansas City, where I spent the night. On the way there I passed through the Flint Hills, and what an amazing sight those were to see. They almost looked like the Windows XP stock wallpaper. Who knows, maybe I'll be like Dorothy and call Kansas home someday.




 
 


Kansas City was a nice "last stop" on my trip, albeit the only thing I did was crash in a pretty comfortable bed as soon as I walked into my room. No BBQ this time around, but being KC is only 5hrs away, it will probably be a weekend getaway in the future sometime.






 

The following morning I awoke to a short drive back to the land between two waters, but first, it was time for some breakfast. I resisted when I was in New Mexico, but did eventually stop for some in northern Missouri. The order was incorrect, but it was not wrong. I may have asked for a sausage breakfast toaster sandwich, but it came with bacon instead. Like I said, incorrect but not wrong at all. Bacon strips, and bacon strips, and more bacon strips!


Once I had been satiated, I made a quick jaunt to the IA/MO border, and dropped the top for a cruise through our state capital, with state fair traffic and all. From there it was an even shorter leg up to Cedar Falls in the early afternoon.

All in all, my journey consisted of awesome sights and the most amazing of people. My passenger seat was full as well, but it was empty. As piled high and filled with stuff as it had been, it was missing something. There wasn't anyone there to look from that seat at the beautiful countryside, or the city skylines, or at the guy in the driver's seat.

That's what was missing from this and all of my previous journeys. She's out there somewhere. She just needs to meet me.


The Sun hasn't set on that dream yet. It is good to be back in Iowa though, back where I can find my own prairie home companion who listens to IPR.