

We saw an old Gulf station, which gave me great joy. Old gas stations always make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It's probably a misplaced nostalgia for a simpler time that never really existed, but knowing that doesn't lessen the feeling any.
We stopped at Chubby's to grab some snacks, and settled on graham crackers. Then, with our Tallgrass Express String Band CD playing, we continued driving through the Flint Hills toward our next stop.
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