
As you can see, Greyhound doesn't always allow you to go in straight lines. That last 23-hour leg (24, actually, since we dropped a time zone) was something else. Turns out Kansas looks
exactly how you think it would.
Tumbleweed.
Rolling.
Slowly.
Cars kicking up dust on dirt roads reaching to the horizon.
And the flattest horizon you can imagine.
Night and day are interchangeable 0n the Great Plains.