Between the boys’ soccer and my work, I travel the I-35 interstate between Wichita and Kansas City at least three times a month. About 15 miles south of Emporia is the Bazaar Cattle Crossing.
I don’t know what intrigues me about this area.
A couple of years ago, the area was redone and received a nice little facelift. It’s a neat little area for a quick view of the Flint Hills.
Sometimes cattle are there. Sometimes they’re not.
There’s really “nothing” to see. Prairie. Water. Cattle pens. Sky. Dirt road. Old fence. Sky. Grass. Trees. Rocks.
For some reason the air seems fresher. Cleaner. Vivid. There’s not a building in sight. No people. No civilization. It’s windy.
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