Ah--no grass here, man. (KS)

On I-70 out of Abilene we detoured to the unlikely-named town of Manhattan, home of Kansas State University, where Marcia bought some art supplies and a fire extinguisher inspector tried patiently to show us how to get to the Konza Prairie overlook. He was very nice, but after a few miles we reversed our route and followed our noses, which this time worked. The Nature Conservancy overlook declares this to be the last stand of native tall grasses, never cut and never grazed. We looked out, thinking we were seeing buffalo but the dark spots turned out to be cattle, and the grass was maybe a foot high at most. And the promised trail through the tall grasses turned out to be a 100-yard cement loop. Marcia is convinced the nature trail through the “eight foot high prairie grass” is there somewhere, but we couldn’t find it.  The wrong time of year?