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We stopped in Great Bend for lunch at Montana Mike's. Tresa said she wouldn't have a good meal for the next 7 days on the bike ride so we ordered steaks - mine a ribeye, hers a buffalo sirloin with peppercorn sauce. They were very good. The ranch dressing on the salad was particularly good, and the veggie kabobs hit the spot. I hadn't eaten at Montana Mike's before so I was pleasantly surprised with a very good meal at a decent price. She bought my lunch, so that was even better! :-) We drove and drove and drove and drove until we came to a sign announcing a historical marker ahead for George Washington Carver. George Washington Carver? GET OUTTA HERE!! He's a southern guy. He's a peanut guy. I don't know exactly what he did with peanuts, but I remember seeing a statute of him in Kentucky or Alabama or somewhere not Kansas. (Research indicates it was Missouri - oops!) Tresa and I both agreed to try to find the historical marker because neither of us really believed it.
Turns out the historical marker is, um, historically correct.
George Washington Carver, the peanut guy, came to Kansas for his ... education! Ohhhh! That must have been back when Kansas Schools were to be admired rather than mocked! He then went on to do amazing things with |