" The names Dodge City and Wichita conjure visions of cowboys on horseback moving herds of cattle long distances, but as we found ourselves in the Blue Stem flint hills and tallgrass prairies we stopped the car and got out to rest. And with what felt like a cyclone trying to rip our ears off all we could see was …… nothing;

Big sky, big land, unceasing horizon and cold-blooded and ruthless prairie. "

― Karl Wiggins , Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe