As is its habit in some remote areas of Kansas, the GPS tried to direct us down a road that is completely overgrown with weeds. The road was right next to an old broken down gas station. Maybe a Chevron station? Or maybe there was a Chevron refinery near here?
One thing was certain: The Poky Feeders feed lot across the highway was not abandoned in the slightest. The smell of cattle wafting through the heat of the July afternoon is not something you soon forget.
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