One of the keys to surviving a road trip is to take stops to enjoy the view. Take a turn down a side road, follow your nose, get out of the car, and savor the places you find.

In Kansas, we followed the main road through a stream of small, quiet, farm towns. A couple houses, an insurance company, a small grocery store, gas station, the usual establishments in every town across America. On this particular town, though, we turned off a side road, past a couple houses, and ended up in front of the corn fields a mere two blocks off the main road. We stopped, went to the edge of the fields and started admiring the expanse.

While taking pictures, I saw a bit of wind start to pick up, a rustle in the field, but a rustle that kept building until it built up into a mini twister. Mesmerized, we watched this ten foot tall column of wind and dirt build, swirl, and head straight toward us. From a couple feet away, I watched Sloane duck as the twister went directly through her, catching her for a moment until it continued through the car and spun out of control, disintegrating back into the air.

The reward for stopping and savoring, the ghost of Kansas paid us a visit. Hello, thank you, goodbye.