I love road trips. And so, when presented with the option of flying home from Denver or driving back to Chicago through the vast, rolling landscape of middle America, I knew what I would do.

After nine days nestled amongst the pine trees on the mighty Mount Columbia, we set off for the Windy City. Our trip would take us through no less than four states, with an overnight in Wichita. (Incidentally, if ever you find yourself in Wichita, treat yourself to a meal at Hog Wild Pit Bar-B-Q. You won’t regret it — at least not until 3 a.m.)

Along the way, we passed the boyhood homes of John WayneRonald Reagan, and Harry S. Truman. We were also often offered salvation:

Through most of Kansas, Missouri and Iowa, I could have sworn I was driving across Saskatchewan. And yet, something about the landscape was entirely foreign. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Was the repeated offers to repent? The McCain-Palin bumper stickers? The highways honouring Dwight D. Eisenhower?

Regardless, the two days passed quickly and were most enjoyable. I chalk it up to the company — but the well-maintained highways and agreeable speed limits certainly helped…


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