Kansas.

Originally I was planning on staying at the Sand Hills campground in Hutchinson for an extra day. I was going to take a day off of traveling and go to the store and make myself a Sunday brunch with a Bloody Mary and a newspaper and relax.

But I didn’t.

When I woke up it was cloudy and windy and the forecast was stormy with lots of wind (in fact, coming out of the bath house the night before a guy stopped to talk to me and see my little camper (I get a LOT of that) and he told me that he had heard a forecast of 75 mph winds and golf ball size hail and how he only lived nine minutes away so he was going home) so I packed up and moved on.

And none of that happened.

Instead, as I drove, the sunlit morning became beautiful with a brilliant blue sky to contrast with the stark white windmills of Kansas. Miss Carol had told me to expect a lot of windmills in Kansas, and boy howdy are there. I guess maybe Kansan farmers have given up on growing wheat and are growing windmills instead?

Makes sense to me.

Anyway, as I cruised along the fields of windmills I had a lot of time to think-

LIKE- how did we become so reliant on the internet? It’s hard to imagine making this trip without it.

LIKE- Generational differences. Our kids and grandkids will never know a simpler, less connected world.

LIKE- If I could have a conversation with my 18 year old self, what I say?

LIKE- Why weren’t kids fat back in the 70’s?

And don’t expect any answers from me. I don’t have any. But it did give me something to think about while I listened to music and cruised along the wheat fields, I mean, windmill fields, of Kansas.