It was drizzly fog when we left Emporia for the run across the Flint Hills Grassland. I love the Flint Hills, even in the rain. The hills are limestone with a thin skin of soil over the top - too thin to plow. The result is that we are left with our only large scale parcel of tallgrass prairie that has really never been settled and turned into corn fields. And it is magnificent.
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