“God made Kansas either first or last. The gentle slopes may have bored
him and caused his hand to form high peaks and mighty rivers or he may
have finished the Rocky Mountains and just coasted home.”
~Ken Root, American Journalist
It has been said that the true beauty of the Flint Hills is not something that rears up and smites you. To the contrary, it is a distant horizon; an endless sea of grass that goes on forever. Indeed, the Flint Hills of central Kansas are so vast that they literally swallow you whole. But what’s particularly moving about this territory is that there are reminders that people once dared to raise families here. The proposition remains overwhelming even to this day.
The lonely silhouette of the Fox Creek School House (1883-1929) just north of Cottonwood Falls, Flint Hills, KS.
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