I am starting to get into a 4th of July frame of mind. It began last week on a 2 lane road in a small town somewhere north of Tonganoxie but before I reached Atchison.
Can you say Americana? I did not look at a map before I set out for Highland. I plugged the final destination address into my Garmin and did not do any second guessing. Somehow it figured out that I wanted to take the nostalgia route.
It was a magical trip. I was in the moment. Not wanting to be anywhere else but right where I was. I made friends with these cows who said I should come back when they had babies to photograph. I agreed.