Here you will not meet curious tourists.
Kansas is such a hole that fainter still need to search! Bearish angles for all States are, but here is Kansas in the middle of the country, far from everything. Life here is concentrated closer to the coasts of the two oceans, and the centre – middle of nowhere. The Americans are not talking about him, and know almost nothing. Part of the country, which is pushed on the farthest shelf of the Cabinet.
Rare American going on vacation to Kansas. Foreign tourists do not get here in principle. I passed the most deaf country roads, even found off-road. And we will go there together in cities about which you never heard.
Just like travel notes from small towns. But this is one of the most important of my stories all over the U.S. cycle. Read it carefully.
When you don’t know where to go, and there is only an imaginary area and point the next night stop — point at the map and drive safely. Leaving in the morning from a Motel in the outskirts of Emporia, I specifically set up Navigator to guide me to rural roads. To avoid highways.
The names of the cities didn’t say anything. I relied on fate, and just drove by. In Olpe lives five hundred people, and it is the local district. There is a cafe, a hairdressing salon, a bar and a shop. And then there’s the town hall. Every morning the mayor of this tiny town comes in and raises a flag. In the city there is nothing.
Three years ago, the state allocated money for the new water tower. The old-timers still remember the day when it was set. The most spectacular event of the century.
This does not prevent liliputana Olpe to be dressy for Christmas and New year, although on the street to meet him, not one. Yet there is a high school football team “Eagles”, which all get sick. And to the post office brought stamps from the series “Duck hunt”. That’s all the news.
In order to have fun, artistic local farmers Park their tractors.
Throughout the city, I met no living soul except the mayor with a flag. Five hundred people is a lot. If they all come out at once into the street. But somehow manage compactly accommodated on two streets and three dozen houses.
Imaginary Kansas looks like. In reality it is exactly the same and it turned out. Except that in the summer the fields are planted with wheat, corn and oats. But that’s not wilderness. See the asphalt. Should he ever end?
An inconspicuous turn and starts the end of the gravel road. That’s exactly the same as in our villages, only smooth. In the next couple of hours of asphalt we will not see. Only country roads that winds between fields and farms. On maps they are only visible in very strong approximation.
Winter here is cool, the ground is covered with frost, breath. Snow also happens. Fields waiting for spring and sowing.
Primer goes along the endless fields. They are still very smooth, at least for them to drive the tractors and trucks. Somehow manage not to break it.
Once I got all the same destroyed, frozen dirt and clear signs of heavy equipment. I wanted to kiss the ground, she smelled like Home! But not all land is private, even to go to the open gate without permission is a crime. A man wants to have a bad way — please. But for me really the secret of why priming between such an ideal.
Cows, covered with frost. Reminded me of the blessed Montana.
Here is the new major city, Virgil. And even the fastest cars. Don’t worry, it starts and ends with the boundaries of the settlement. A school bus performs the functions of Church transportation: he drives like a walk in the closest city to the school, and gathers surrounding the old service.
Perhaps the smallest post office in America! It consists of one room with po boxes. The residents of the city of boxes there, all the letters will bring and leave here. The postman either. They would be happy to hire even willing to pay huge by local standards, $ 11 per hour. But no one, no one to do it. In Virgil there is no shop, no bar, nothing. And a population of 70 people.
Eric Holmes is not a descendant of the fictional British detective. He’s a rural postal carrier, who daily rides on the 200-kilometre route, collects outgoing messages and delivers parcels. Eric leads the ancient blue Dodge, the postal service pays for his gasoline, and repair expenses. Nice sticker on the side he taped himself. Although Eric’s car and so know everyone in the neighborhood: local, usually drive pickup trucks.
The people here are not like in the cities. Do not change cars every three years, and go until you collapse. Then they are left to live out their lives here in the villages. Junkyard and a Museum of automotive antiquity, two in one.
Kansas chainsaw massacre.
Even in Kansas there is oil. Not as many as in Texas, don’t even know if there are here large fields and businesses.
All land is private and belongs to someone. Especially lucky, if in the bowels of your land has oil. Even a little bit, put a rocking chair, and your gas will always be free. Oil companies are willing to purchase the barrels from private owners. It’s like milk from a farmer to buy.
Endless American roads, from which the soul wants to sing!
For those who love privacy. The man has built a house away from everything. Keeps cattle and chickens. In the summer cultivates a vegetable garden to a few hectares. In the fall sells all of its corn, or whatever that.
When I go deaf paths, becoming closer to nature. Migratory bird sat down to rest on the field. When I open the car window and “aim” them — the pack fell into the sky.
Even saw a raccoon. Not a bear, but also good.
Ghost town Quincy. A few families still living almost a hermit, but the town itself no longer exists. Well as hermits and roads and trucks.
One of the houses, in a very good condition for sale. Costs 25 thousand dollars, which is very cheap, even in the middle of nowhere.
Suddenly he found himself in Toronto. Another very small town Kansas, three hundred people. The main street and a couple in parallel, with private houses. Even here there is a Masonic society.
Somehow it all reminds of what is seen in the movies of Wild West town, the same authentic. A supermarket and a cafe once existed but long since closed. Torontonians go shopping in walmart, it is about an hour away.
All over Toronto there are only mail Yes the senior center. Of course, I could not go inside.
Large room with wood paneled walls. In the far corner a couple of tables occupied.
And old people-that were looking forward to them when someone looks! Oh, a new face! Still a young man! Come on, tell me who and whence. Of course, they were impressed that I arrived in their town all the way from Russia, drink coffee with biscuits.
Scribble, I suppose? :). I love American elderly. They do not like our seniors, and I’m sad that this is so. Because both of them worked their whole life deserve a good life. In the States there are entire cities of old people who live there happily, have fun and do sports.
Club “to whom for 70” there are efforts by Kansas seniors. They receive little money from the state once a year to spend on coffee and disposable cups. In total, the community consists of a few dozen elderly people from the city with three hundred of the population. They are collected each day in the evenings can be crowded. Celebrate holidays, ordinary days spend in conversation: don’t just sit at home. On Tuesdays, play bingo, and Friday cards.
As “real” Toronto, Kansas little brother has its own tiny lake Ontario 🙂 Grandmother was called to come in summer to bathe. And fishing great.
Even I can’t believe that just half an hour from here in any direction — modern high-speed highways. And they are. Tens of thousands of cars daily pass them by these godforsaken villages.
Cute neat houses. In one of these probably lived a little girl Ellie who blew a tornado.
Coyville consists of ten houses. But once, before all the highways and Walmarts, was nothing like the town. Near playgrounds hangs his whole story. Was founded in 1864 and is the oldest town in the County of Wilson. Named in honor of Oscar Coy. In the unforgettable times of the mid-19th century succeeded in many ways, was the foremost town of the district. The first store opened in the County was in Coyville. Here they built the first mill and the Church, the first blacksmith, opened a shop here. Even the Masonic Lodge was. What a touching meaningful importance of the tiny American towns. Everyone will find that unique to tell about himself. Today the population Coyville – forty people.
The laurels of the championship took a long time Fredonia. Here are a couple of companies and the dealership. Well, there are restaurants, even the hotel “gold dust”. But he was surprisingly less interesting than all the other of today’s story.
If you are going on a road trip across the USA, everywhere you will see antiques shops. Here sell all the junk, like a flea market under a roof. Do not be lazy to stop and look inside. Sometimes there occur some unexpected purchase!
Of course, there are “fake” stores Ragman, just where they sell cute Souvenirs for home. This is another pastime of retirees. The daughter of this woman went to live in a big city, and helped her mother to open a shop on the road, so that she was not bored in his God-forsaken wilderness.
Kansas is amazing. On the one hand, and the truth is nothing to do: there are no cities, nature monotonous and flat…But the people living here left a very strong impression and I’ll talk more about the unusual and strange casasco, guests who have visited.
Author: Alexander Belenky
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