My travels took me through the rolling hills of northern, central Kansas. Stopping occasionally for little points of interest, I quickly realized someone’s quirkiness is probably someone else’s pride.
I came across a small rural community that beckoned me to leave the blacktop highway for a visit. As I drove down ‘main street’ the sounds of the passing traffic lessened and gave way to children’s voices and a mower chewing up a resident’s lawn. The city park was quietly entertaining a few children as caregivers chatted under the picnic shelter. I found an empty picnic shelter of my own and settled in for writing inspiration. Needless to say it wasn’t there. So, leaving my respite, I wandered down the street to what seemed to be the town’s gas station. Looking for a Dr. Pepper to quench my thirst the first thing I noticed when I walked through the door is the aroma was more of a bait shop then convenience store. The outside appearance of this establishment was unadorned. The inside, however, was a spectacle. Not only can you re-fuel your vehicle, you can pick up lunch, dress a wound, bait a hook, or buy a fishing hook for that matter! You can also choose a new light fixture for your home, buy a souvenir to take to that home, and then indulge in a custom blended, soft-serve ice cream cone (if you can get past the fishy smell)!
All in all my stop in Randolph Kansas was not what I expected but an adventure in the unknown.