Kansas, the state not the band.

It's cold here. Really cold. Wichita, where we spent our first night after driving across the Oklahoma waste, was as cold and colorless as a corpse. Our arrival corresponded with that of a winter storm and the highway the next day was strewn with cars left where they stopped skidding through barbed wire and cow pasture. It's a good thing we stopped where we did. The next day wasn't really that bad. The worst of the storm had moved east and north of where we were and we headed up to Manhattan to visit K state where Jess spent a couple of years. The little apple they call it. Heading up we hit some snow and it was a little hairy for a bit. Hard to see but not too slippery. Had lunch there and got a tour from some of her old professors then headed out to Kansas City. The drive was uneventful after that.

I've got to say, my little Honday has been a trooper. Underneath the crust of salt and dirt and whatever else, she's held her own against elements little seen in her hometown. The oil is still clean and the tires still inflated and running like a clock.