It’s been a long long way since Missouri.
We drifted across, chasing darkness, a thunderstorm, and our own fatigue. Kansas is a vast state, that lulls one into an almost meditative state when driving straight through it. At least in my (admittedly limited) experience.
We reached the Pratt at the halfway point of the state and stopped for ribs.
But when I say difficult, I suppose I should clarify.
There was nothing difficult about being with these people. Over the course of miles I’ve learned to appreciate the subtle interplay of this mini caravan. As we learn more about how we all operate, we get better at complementing each other, rather than working around each other.