I'm home! Left Mama Moss behind and flew back west this morning. Thank you for all of those great comments while I was gone. My sister and I had fun reading them!
Since the hunt for the wagon ruts, I've pretty much gone off the deep end. I'm breathing and dreaming covered wagons. Thinking about all of those pioneering people who came out west. Thinking about how 160 years or so isn't that long ago. Thinking about how young this country is. Thinking about how Istanbul is so steeped in history. Lots of thinking, comparing, wondering, imagining.
I have my next Kansas wild goose chase all picked out for next time: The hunt for Laura Ingalls Wilder's house! Thanks Nancy for planting that seed!
I'm thinking of a reverse Santa Fe Trail road trip all the way to Kansas. Sometime. You know... in the future. Matching bonnets for Mama Moss, my sister, and me. yadda yadda yadda
What was waiting for me when I got home this afternoon:
The Path had bloomed. wooooooosh. And just like that I was back in California.