Days 4-5: Down Days and the Flint Hills

After the intense storms earlier in the week, the moisture was scoured from the plains and storms were unable to initiate in the drier air.

We were all sick of being in the lovely state of Oklahoma, so we decided to take a trip north to the Flint Hills of Kansas, one of my favorite landscapes in the country.

One of the things that I have discovered as a result of chasing for the past three years is an intense love for the Great Plains of the United States. There's something truly magical about golden wheat swaying in the wind backed by either a bright blue sky or intense dark storm clouds. There are so many people who believe that the Plains are a featureless landscape of flat corn and wheat fields. They couldn't be more wrong.

The Flint Hills are an area that spans from Eastern Kansas into Eastern Oklahoma. The rolling hills and green grasses look like an expanse of lush green velvet from a distance. If I could transplant this landscape closer to the ocean, I'd live there in a second.

We visited the Tall Grass Prairie National Grasslands and decided to take a short hike through the grass. It was beautiful. I took a bunch of photos, most of them I don't love. Ella and Ellie did yoga on a bridge that goes over  a small creek. Porthos tried to hide from the sun.

After our hike we sat on the porch of this mansion that's in the grasslands for awhile just looking at the prairies and watching the bluebirds dart around. Porthos was finally starting to cool off. What a pretty boy.