I Don't Think We're in Kansas Anymore, Dodo.

But we were last week and oh was it a jolly good old time...Kansas is home to lots of massive farm equipment, corn, and obviously a few farmers to control the whole situation. We found that the people were extremely generous and helpful as we passed through. Leaving Eads, we traveled east towards Leoti where we spent a night, and the following day we treked onward to Ness City. There, we once again reunited with out Swedish friends and found a great public park to setup shop in. We had a great time telling stories all night and playing cards. Some local guy came by at one point and hustled us for the pink slips to our bikes though. The situation got kinda sticky but thankfully he let us cut a deal and escape in the morning with all our gear.
That morning, we made an executive decision to stray away from our adventure cycling route for a cultural detour with the Swedes. They had plans to visit "little Sweden" in Kansas which is a town called Lindsborg that would take two days to get to. We departed and rode up and over rolling hills all day long. The ride wasn't too taxing because of the gradual climbs and we arrived nice and early to Hoisington, KS. There, we quickly found a public pool and after a quick lunch we lounged around the water and messed around on the diving board for an hour or two. We set up camp in the park right next to the pool and had a bbq with Daniel and Nisse which marked our first of the trip, surprisingly. I also was lucky enough to get my haircut with a swiss army knife. Another big storm was brewing and as we got ready to get in our tents, lightning was continuously exploding in the night sky. We were barraged with insane winds, torrential rain, and booming thunder throughout the night. We all loved the excitement.
Day 3 in Kansas we finally arrived in little Sweden and got a taste of what home is like for our traveling partners. We had some great meals and continued to learn more about Swedish life and of course humor from the two comedians. We were extremely sad to part ways with them that evening and wish them all the best on the remainder of their trip. We will see them again someday.
Our journey continued bright and early and we endured a massive 120 mile day from Lindsborg to Osage City. The ride was very enjoyable and entertaining until we crashed towards the very end. We saved an owl along the way, played king of the haybail, and saw many lush green cornfields. In Osage City, the nicest lady named "Dee" let us camp on her lawn and fueled us with an amazing breakfast the next morning. She left us with great last impression of all the nice people we were able to meet in Kansas. Hours later Missouri would attack from all directions with relentless intensity and fury.