Day 41: Corn, corn, corn

Several days ago we crossed into Kansas, the middle of the U.S. For most of us, this was our first introduction into the Midwest. For most of us we were expecting lots and lots of corn. We were right about that. But boy is Kansas far more interesting than we ever could imagine.

This is 95-99% of the state.

This is 95-99% of the state.

Kansas might be flat, but it makes up for it in quirkiness. From enormous canvases to tornado sirens (which we haven't heard, thank god), the state is shaping up to be an awesome destination on its own.

On Wednesday, we traveled from Burlington to Colby. Along the way, we fought a pretty darn good headwind, and coasted over the rolling hills. We passed Kanorado (how much more literal can a city name get), and Goodland. Goodland has the giant canvas. Why is it there? I don't know.

Sunflowers!

Sunflowers!

Colby had a water park.

On Thursday, we traveled from Colby to Wakeeney. Along the way, we passed by Hoxie and Hill City. We slept underneath furious thunderstorms. Lightning lit up the night like fireworks.

On Friday, we biked along the Smoky Valley Scenic Byway onto Great Bend. A lot of us had given up from the headwind...so we may have gotten driven the last 35 miles...whoops. But our host John was extremely friendly. He prepared pasta salad for us and invited us to play drums with him.

Look, we made it to New York!

Look, we made it to New York!

And today, we arrive in McPherson. A thriving town, McPherson is a "classic" American town with flags hanging everywhere and that main street that's always portrayed in movies. What are we doing now? Having dinner. Why am I typing up a blog post right now? I don't know.

Anyways, until next time,

Spokes