Biggest Ball of the Center

Wending our way through the central plains along back highways and through small town America, I kept joking with Goddess about seeing “The Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota”.

She kept looking at me funny as we were nowhere near Minnesota. 

She hadn’t heard the song.

So there we were, Northern Kansas, enroute to the geographic center of the contiguous 48 United States, when we entered the town of Cawker City.

Home of the world’s largest ball of sisal twine.

Yep.

The Biggest Ball of Twine in The World!

The caretaker, a lovely lady who keeps an eye out for tourists, came sliding into the gravel parking lot to tell us the story. 

And let us add a length of twine to the circumference. 
That’s right, we personally had a hand in making The Biggest Ball of Twine in The World that much larger.

Get off of the Interstates people!

I’m willing to wager that the majority of the people who add twine are between 5 and 6 feet tall.
A short time later – the center!

After a quick Clark Griswold shake of the head, we were off, spending the rest of the afternoon dodging storms.

What and where is your favorite off the beaten path stop?

Mountain Chain Contrasts

(Two images)*

North Cascades Highway, Washington 

Viewpoint, Coopers Rock State Park, West Virginia 

Contrasts between a young mountain chain and an old mountain chain.
* Why the number of images? When this post is shared on social media, only the top image is posted. That leads to several “nice picture” comments, leading me to believe that folks aren’t following the link back here to view all of the post.

Midwest Landscapes

(Two images)*

Is that Iowa?  Perhaps Illinois? Or Indiana?

This was definitely Iowa.  With almost all of the land used for farming, finding a campsite is trickier than out west.

Thanks to freecampsites.net, we were able to find a town that offered  $5 campsites in the city park.  Perfect for a quick stop when a hotel room is just overkill.
* Why the number of images? When this post is shared on social media, only the top image is posted. That leads to several “nice picture” comments, leading me to believe that folks aren’t following the link back here to view all of the post.

A River Still Runs Through It

Blackfoot River, Montana 

Two quotes come to mind from Norman Maclean’s “A River Runs Through It” –

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. 
I am haunted by waters.

and,

The world is full of bastards, the number increasing rapidly the further one gets from Missoula, Montana.

Now I haven’t spent any time in Missoula to test his theory, but we have lived about as far away as one can and have slowly moved closer and closer to the town.

There just may be something to it.