Hays: 475 miles

When I asked Natasha what I should do in Kansas she responded, “drive fast, preferably at night”.  And so it was.  After a day at the Yakov theater with Angie, I packed up my car and hit the road once again.  The goal was to be in Denver by Thursday morning.  I had no idea what would happen in between, nor did it matter.

475 miles later I found myself in Hays, KS (read: the bane of America).  At 12:30AM Rubin and I checked into what appeared to be a partially abandoned Ramada Inn.  The entire place smelled like whiskey, in a bad way.  Our room had windows, to the inside.  The floors were so stained that I even I was hesitant to touch them with my bare feet.  Needless to say, come 6:30AM the next morning we were ready to get the hell out of Hays.  And so we did.

The drive was dark. The experience itself didn’t warrant any photographs.  I did, however, have quite a bit of time to filter through my digital music collection, where I was happy to reunite with some familiar sounds.  Here are some of the highlights from my from my “Plain State Playlist”.  Go figure, it’s mostly bluegrass.

Day 20,213.  On to Denver.

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