The march across the Plains. It was a day of transitions in the landscape. From the foothills of the Rockies to the Midwest (or center of the country).
We left at 7:30 am and it was sunny and cool, in the low 60’s. We started on the edge of the Rockies foothills and descended slowly across to the plains. We wandered through some dips for rivers and climbed back out. The land started out as scrub brush and grazing fields, then as the day progress it slowly turned to wide grass lands, then again later turning to production crops – all along just a wide vast flat land for flat earthers to believe in. For me, my mid wanders in this landscape wondering how the pioneers and Indians managed to live in this vast landscape. Much of it probably visually the same. Can’t imaging crossing this on a horse for months. Or how people live in such vastness and isolation – to each his own. We would come across driveways and you can’t see the house miles away.
As we approach Wichita, the landscape changes no tress to now noticeable trees and much higher humidity. The temperature climbed through out the day to the mid 90’s by the time we quit, sweltering in the humid weather of the Midwest. Best part of it, clear day with no clouds and no rain 🙂