But, the plains have a beauty that isn’t so obvious. One that I often forget about. The people are top-notch, kind and generous, just as one man wrote about at the end of this baseball season. The open spaces can be serene, especially when you’re just itching for some quiet time. And, sometimes we find a gem of a location or activity, something we just wouldn’t find elsewhere.
Anyways, that was a long intro to tell you about our day. Yesterday, Aaron asked me if I’d like to go to Tallgrass National Preserve again, perhaps to see the buffalo. Of course, I brought up the failed llama adventures of last weekend and suggested that he was trying to lure me into more hiking with the promise of furry animals.
Anyways, I hesitantly agreed and hesitantly dragged myself out of bed this morning.
Lest you think my husband is great at surprises, he was surprised, too. And when we went into the visitor’s center and the same friendly park ranger we met in March told us that it was “free” and “happening all afternoon”, I was pretty excited. Free wagon rides on the prairie.
So, back outside.
The wagon ride was just a short trip to the barn, where there were MORE surprises. First, we were directed outside by two “cowboys” who bantered on about whether they had seen a bear up on the hill or if it was Santa.
It was a lot of fun and we talked with the kids about pioneer life and home on the prairie before modern conveniences.
We had some people stop and tell us, “there are buffalo about a mile ahead.” After we passed them, I told Aaron, “this better not be another moose situation”. Referring to the times we’ve been told that there were moose ahead and there were none.
I might have been a bit bolder under normal circumstances, but considering I’ve read a lot about the dangers of bear selfies recently, I thought perhaps the warning to stay away from the bison might be legitimate, too.
That was our day. A gorgeous day for hiking and a little bit of Christmas magic to start off the season.