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I ended up getting into Boulder a little late last night, so yesterday’s trip is going to be recounted this morning. Having said that, there’s not much to tell; it turns out Kansas City to Boulder is one of the most desolate parts of the United States I’ve ever seen.

I started out with a brief walk in Shawnee Mission Park just outside of Kansas City, which was actually pretty pleasant; most of the trees were still leafless, but there were a few buds and blooms coming up here and there, and the weather (for once) was gorgeous. There are a lot of nice walking trails around that area, and it’s almost a shame I had to get going to soon; I would have liked to spend a bit longer checking it all out.

Around 10:00 AM, though, it was time to go, so I hit I70 and headed west. And west. And west. For over 500 miles, there’s literally nothing but grass, fields and grain silos. I did manage to find an old windmill (there are some new, fancy-ass windmills too, blighting the landscape) to take pictures of, but I’m actually kicking myself because there were at least two or three photo opportunities along the highway that I didn’t stop for. I was just a little too nervous about pulling over on the side of the highway and hopping a fence to take pictures of a graveyard and an abandoned farmhouse, although in hindsight I really, really should have.

In the end, there wasn’t much else to relate; I passed into Colorado around 3:00 PM, stopped to take a picture, and didn’t stop again until I hit Boulder. Below are what photos I was able to get, but I promise more will come as I travel west into the canyon lands!

Side note, I finally picked up a GPS tagger for my Nikon camera, so I’ll be able to track where I’ve been with better accuracy from now on. Yay!