Adaptation

I got tired of missing Taft Bridge, so I went out for a walk at sundown tonight. I chose a path I had been thinking of for a while, a 4-mile trip that would take me out on a few dirt roads that I've driven before but never seen on foot.

You miss a lot at 30 miles-per-hour, let me tell you. The croaking of frogs, the snorting of horses, and the occasional hiss of a baby rattler are all too quiet for one traveling by automobile.

You also miss having the Kansas wind slam you in the chest as you come over the top of a hill on a dirt road, you fail to experience the constant, calming roar and cool feeling it provides.

I'll have to do quite a bit more walking from now on.