Goodbye Kansas. Hello...Nebraska?

Scott was loosening his mind from the Kansas monotony, a fact that will surely wound my grandmother's native Kansan pride. We did see an awful lot of the state, from the southeastern part of the state to the northwest. (Really, Nana, it was lovely.) I found it to be not quite as flat as I expected. Our route north and east took us through limestone bluffs and very gentle hills; we also saw the expected fields of corn, wheat, and cows--enough to feed a nation. Of course, it's all grid in the Midwest, no diagonals, which means we covered a lot of Kansas ground. While Scott is clearly thrilled to leave Kansas behind, Adam is in the background feeling pretty pleased to be adding an extra state to the list. We amended our route, blazing a trail through Kansas that will take us more directly to Fort Collins, where we will stop at New Belgium, a once micro brewery that started after a similar bicycle tour across Europe. Maybe Scott and Adam will be so inspired after our journey.