"In the Kansas Flint Hills, I wade knee-deep into awe. The hills roll out, seemingly forever, and the prairie grasses grow with abandon. It is a place so settled in time that I have no problem seeing the settlers, the cowboys and the American past playing out through the big bluestem. Shale, hidden under the grasses, clacks as I walk. Songbirds flit from wildflower to wildflower. There's a scent of dust and a sense of reverie. My family and I talk in whispers, even though there's no one else to hear us in this immensity."
-Greg Philby, Editor-in-Chief
Flint Hills Tourism Coalition
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