post rock 🎵🎶

No seriously, rock, not Rock!

Don’t ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.     

Robert Frost

One of the coolest aspects of the travel we do is learning. Always learning. And with internet literally being at our fingertips, we learn a lot. Of course, there are also the occasional historical information signs that help spark the further pursuit for knowledge.  One such marker let us know that the strange fence across the street from our current stop was not just a plain fence, but history.

According to Wikipedia “Fencepost limestonePost Rock limestone, or Stone Post is a stone bed in the Great Plains notable for its historic use as fencing and construction material in north-central Kansas resulting in unique cultural expression.”  Its most famous use was miles and miles of stone fence post along the country highways.  We were on HWY70 in central Kansas; Wilson, Kansas actually.  According to the information sign in front of The Kansas Originals Market these fence posts were sometimes carved into faces or shapes, but many of them have weathered away over the years. 

We saw these post for miles along HWY70, even seeing some of those that were carved.  The unfortunate thing about traveling with a 9,000lb house behind you is that you can’t just “pull over here so I can get a picture.”  Believe me, I’d be stopping and going all the time!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fencepost_limestone

The Country roads are taking me home

Meet Betty Deux and Bertha. They were named after the Bertha Butt Boogie song by Jimmy Castor. Taken at an eastbound rest stop in Kansas. You can stay overnight at Kansas rest stops.

We discovered this summer that Betty Deux is our home not just a house on wheels. For whatever reason, there is a comfort level achieved there that is not present in our brick and mortar house. Sure there is only a fraction of the room. We are limited on the things we can take with us, however, we seem to take what is necessary for both living and entertainment. And that seems enough.

Now that we are home from this summer’s adventures, we find ourselves sitting in front of the television or the computer an exorbitant amount of time. Let’s face it, it’s just too damn hot to do anything else! No more sitting outside with our early morning coffee watching deer graze nearby or cottonwood snow or baby robins. No more meals prepped in the best kitchen ever, the outdoors on the cast-iron grill. Exercise is forced now rather than the constant going in and out of the camper or taking early morning or evening walks around the campground, nodding a friendly hello to the neighbors.

Bertha is unhitched, free from her tethers. Betty is under cover, cleaned out and waiting for cooler weather to have her interior painted. For Betty, time is at a slight stand-still, waiting, waiting.