In the “sense of adventure” spirit that my husband is so enamored with (and so am I), we decided to take a scenic drive on our way to Topeka yesterday afternoon. A map of gravel road utility type vehicle trails in the Flint Hills has been hanging on our fridge for months. I printed it from a VisitEmporia.com website in hopes that one day we could explore the beautiful area that is so visible from I-35 turnpike through the Flint Hills. So yesterday, at the last minute before leaving the kitchen, the hubby pulled that map off the fridge and said “let’s do this!!”.
Continue reading “Hills, caterpillar, and unexpected nostalgia.”Tag Kansas
Comfort and Joy
Just a little preface to this post. You’re not going to find anything that even vaguely resembles what you might read in the headlines or hear on the news these days. My motive is simple stories and encouraging words. No politics, no controversy, no mean stuff. This is Simply B keeping it light and simple. Finding the good. It’s there to be found.
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Old roads
This past May took us on a journey with my sister and hubby to meet up with their son and wife on the Nebraska/South Dakota border. Near Yankton, SD, in a COE campground on the Missouri River. The Nebraska side.
Continue reading “Old roads”Fog
Of all the road hazards one can experience, fog causes me the most fear.
Continue reading “Fog”You’re wrong
If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it a million times. Words like “mind-numbing terrain”. “It’s so boring”. “There’s nothing to see”. “Longest drive ever”. Any guesses what these words are describing? Well I’ll go ahead and give the answer: Western Kansas. I-70 in particular.
Continue reading “You’re wrong”Wait for it
If you’ve read many of my blog posts you know that I was one of those surprise package bonuses for my folks. They were in their forties when I was born and my three sisters were all teenagers.
Life is just weird for us surprise packages. A good weird, a difficult weird, hard to explain.
Continue reading “Wait for it”A Flush to Remember.
Tuttle Creek Reservoir, circa 1964. Brand new beautiful lake. Summertime. Most of our family loved to fish. The few who didn’t (MOM!!) at least loved to be outdoors. My sister had a super nice red ski boat that she had recently purchased.
So it just seemed natural that the whole bunch of our family should take a fishing trip to beautiful Tuttle Creek lake near Manhattan. We could fish, we could ski, we could just have a grand time.
Little White Church
Little white church. Every small rural town has one. Ours was on 3rd and Argyle. Nondescript. Simple. Easily overlooked. Just a little white church.
Last year our little white church was demolished after having been unused for a few years. I watched the Facebook live video of the demolition from my home 100 miles away, with tears running down my cheeks. We were married in that church. Our two baby girls were dedicated in that church. We worshiped in that church for 25 years or so. Our hearts were deeply embedded in the four walls of that little building. It hurt so bad to watch it being dozed, even though it was obvious the building condition had deteriorated to the point it was necessary. Continue reading “Little White Church”
One autumn evening
There’s something about a sunset. I’ve heard there’s also something about a sunrise, too, but I’m far more likely to experience sunsets than sunrises.
Every 24 hours the sun signs off for the day. Some days it’s just a quick goodnight with no kiss of beauty. Other times God paints a sunset so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes. That’s a fact. Sometimes a sunset can take me away to one particular evening in 1970. Kind of odd that one particular sunset has been etched permanently in my memory. But it is. Continue reading “One autumn evening”
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