As if the gray-brown fields and barren trees as far as the eye can see, 360 degrees around, don’t convince one that this is not the beach town of Carlsbad, CA, a simple trip to the Super 8 Motel’s free continental breakfast room in Wamego, KS — that’s the hotel in which I spent the night last night — will convince you, these folks expect something different in their buffets. That much is easy to tell.
To the best of my recollection, this is the first time I have ever seen offered alongside the coffee and donuts a fresh serving of biscuits and gravy. I had to take some.
Back up a few minutes, though… I almost made a complete idiot out of myself. I lucked out: I only looked like a doofus. I was a little bleary-eyed, to be sure, compounded by not donning my glasses for the quick trip to to the breakfast room. I first grabbed my coffee, then got a big ladle full of what I thought was steaming hot oatmeal with cinnamon and apple bits. Lifting the ladle out of the crock pot forced the aroma quickly to my nose whereupon I discovered I was about to serve myself a bowlful of sausage gravy. At that moment, noting two ladies in line, I decided to put the bowl down, grab a small paper plate and toss a buttermilk biscuit onto it and quickly drizzle only a little of the gravy onto it.
I’m sure I looked like I knew what I was doing.
After my fine meal I wandered out to the car to grab a couple of items for the day, and snapped a few pictures of things you don’t see in Carlsbad, like ice on the ground [Picture], frost piled up against the curb [Picture], or the frost retreating from the ravenous sunshine sapping up the shadows [Picture]. The brown leaves and twigs trapped in the ice [Picture], and farm houses next door [Picture].
The world is full of art, anywhere you go.
I am totally loving this trip. I see God everywhere I look.