Uh, at the expense of repeating myself, there is no scuba diving in Kansas, scientifically proven flatter than a pancake. Not native to here and having lived lot's of places the wind blew us in here one day and we stuck. We actually like it and the location, centrally located and equally far from everything, it is great. It is quicker to tow the Boston Whaler to the Great lakes than to my home Gulf, Colorado is not that far and two days of hard driving will put you in either Florida or sunny southern California, how much more convenient could you want? Air lines you say---they practically invented airplanes here yet there is essentially no air service for the entire state, course, when we moved here we had an airplane and at the time figured what was a thousand miles anyways!
Dude, there is no diving here--NONE. There is some decent diving, actually quite fun over in Missouri at Table Rock Lake and I herar tell of some places down in Oklahoma but since Texas and Oklahoma went to war over a border dispute some decades ago and Louisiana took Texas side I am afraid to go down there. Besides, I hear those Okies have bad dental hygene. Theat is what they say up here in Kansas.
Being sincere, Kansas has some great job opportunities and nice people, just no scuba diving. Here is a picture of our pond, if I divert the full flow of my well into it I can have 12 feet of semi clear water like stuff in it but as you can see we are not diving today.
My goofey wife says hello, as you can see, we are not KSU or Okie fans.
It is a lovely day, about 50 degrees with 50 miles per hour winds, one of my dogs got blown up into the top of a cotton wood, I better go get him down before he winds up in Minnesota.
I have a six acre back yard, a creek, deer, turkeys, pheasents, my very own coyote, a beaver, a racoon, some skunks, three crows and a hermit lady with a drunk son who sometimes crosses the fence in his undewear and passes out. I poked at him with a stick one time to make sure he was not dead, he does seem to have decent dental hygene.
Speak of the devil, my coyote stopped by just now, he is very large, kind of reddish with a white face. He lives back in my dirt pile, a fine fellow, if you look to the whitish looking gravel road that ends where my barn will be, just to the right of the cotton wood and right on the very end of the road, you will see the coyote standing there looking at me. He is about 50 pounds and very healthy. I have put the word out that anyone mess with him and they gonna see the end of my barrel aiming to their direction.
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