Growing up a Kansas farm boy...

Well, no I didn't actually grow up a Kansas farm boy. 

But I do like that song by John Denver. 

It's called..

um...

...let me sing it in my head real quick...

Darn it, I had to google it.

Matthew. 

That's the name of it. 

Anyway, on our way to Colorado from Alabama we drove through Kansas.

We listened to a lot of John Denver on that drive. 

Kansas surprised me. It was a pretty impressive place. 

I bought a tee shirt at a rest stop there that says 'Kansas' on it and now when I wear it people come up to me and say "So, you're from Kansas."

And then follows an awkward discussion.

I really need to think of a better explanation for why I have a Kansas tee shirt than:

 "the baby threw up on me and I was out of clean clothes on a crazy long road trip."

Oh, road trips...

So, here is why I like Kansas:

They have these crazy rock formations....

I have googled the heck out of them and can not find these particular ones that we went to. 

They were in the absolute middle of nowhere and we had to go down several dirt roads to get there.

They just popped up on the prairie.

It was weird as a duck.

But beautiful.

The kids had a blast wandering around them.

See? 

There's the prairie. 

Nothing for miles and miles.

Well...

Except for us.

Those brown things were some sort of mud nests that birds make.

It was insane.

Who knew Kansas was so mysterious?

Or that I was such a John Denver 'name that tune' failure.