Go West...
The drive isn't the best part of the trip. Imagine if God were to take tens of thousands of square miles of land and shake it up until it was completely level and mostly barren. Well, He did. And then He plopped down some oil wells, some "towns", a few grain elevators, and (recently) some windmills. Then He named it western Kansas, purportedly to help that state's ailing image and tourism industry.
We can't question this sort of thing. He works in mysterious ways.
I did get six birds in two days--two short of my limit and the best of our party. And the windmills were pretty sweet.
posted by anthony at 11:24 PM
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indeed, unsettling events are often hard to reconcile with our belief in an all powerful god.
western kansas, though, is not one such event. the most widely held explanation traces the famously frugal pennsylvania dutch, who settled the area. turns out, the fretting german folk were unsure of the soil of their new kansas homesteads, so they smuggled topsoil from their pennsylvania farms to western kansas in their pockets. shawshank-redemption style. this left pennsylvania only able to raise potatoes, and it's people bitter forever against kansas and their distant cousins. and now, kansas is part of the breadbasket of the world. i'd be bitter, too.
i did not intend to make you homesick. i'm sorry that you're homesick for western Kansas, and so are you. haha. just kidding.
Hey, this is the blog I use the most. Sorry, i thought I had given it to you in the past.
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that's cool. thanks. i'll check it out.
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