When the directions say turn right at the cemetery, pass the one-room school house, and then turn north on the gravel road, you know you have succeeded in “getting away” for the weekend. No street signs. No other cars in sight. Just rolling hills with golden prairie grasses as far as the eye can see.
As a way to celebrate my mom’s completion of chemotherapy, and as a respite before radiation begins, we set our sights westward to the Flint Hills of Kansas. There we stayed in a house surrounded with the peace, calm, and beauty of the prairie. No beach, no mountains, but a gem in the middle of the heartland….