In the weeds

These are small planes. They take you to the heartland of America. You fly over the fly over states until you land in one. Then you drive on flats that keep going. Now I know why the cycling out here is ideal. There are no hills.

Bring back cheese when you head home. Back to the coasts, yet no where near the ocean. Back to civilization.

Posted by broderic

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