The Flint Hills of Kansas

By Jeff M

The following day, I decided to hang a right off Kansas 177 and follow U.S. 50, due west. While I would eventually find my way to Diamond Creek Road (and the unpaved road that would inevitably shake up my steering alignment), I found this old stone bridge first. It was closed to both vehicle and foot traffic, but what the hell; I simply stopped my car and crossed over it, wondering why the surface of the bridge was covered in rich soil. On the other side, from where I snapped this photograph, a large field stretched out. Across the street was a fully operational guest ranch, specializing in letting outsiders spend a week to see what ranchin' is all about. Maybe next year.