by cheri block
Some have observed that the folks from the plains states are the salt of the earth,but I beg to differ!
I’d say the the folks we interviewed in Kansas are the corn and sorghum of the earth.
We hustled down the road, but not too fast, because the Judge was trying to avoid a speeding ticket. The first order of business then, was to stop at a local sporting goods store in Garden City, Kansas, and buy a Kansas University cap. This purchase was in anticipation of being stopped by a Kansas Highway Patrolman who might take heart that it was a Jay hawks fan that had his claw to the metal. Picking the University of Kansas is a 50/50 proposition because the state seems equally divided in loyalty between Kansas State and University of Kansas.
While in town, as we have all along Highway 50, we located a small diner Traditions that has been in the community for over 75 plus years. According to Mike, the owner who restored it to its present state, most of the fixtures are original.
Krista served us tuna and chicken sandwiches with a bag of chips resting next to three sweet pickle slices, all nesting in a red plastic basket. Mike went out of his way to answer all of our questions and he and Krista even posed for a picture on the way out.
On we drove, headed to a tiny spot right on Highway 50 named Cimarron. The vistas opened up so wide, my camera struggled to capture the expanse.
We met our host, Joan, who owns a charming bed and breakfast that faces Highway 50. The Judge and I had our own cocktail party on the veranda and watched the traffic go by.
Careful not to be hit by a cattle truck, which go by with the regularity of New York subway trains, the Judge ran across Highway 50 to photograph Cimarron Crossings Bed and Breakfast. Joan rustled up a big Kansas breakfast and also told us many stories about the history of the area. We will leave for Dodge City in the morning, leave it, go back and leave it again, so we can say we “Got out of Dodge Twice!”