Tall Grass National Reserve

Here are some buffalo--I ate part of one of their friends for lunch. Sorry, guys. Tall Grass is a National park dedicated to the preservation of tall grass prairie, of which there is little left, most of it being transformed into grazing land. We took a bus out with a ranger (Eric, who was really awkward, and vacillated in my estimation between "he's so dorky and charming" to "maybe he kills people and makes marionette puppets out of them") to the center of the park, where we saw buffalo, learned about the Flint Hills (on which we were standing) and Erin told us that the local word for Flint was Chert, which I like much better. Chert Chert Chert Chert. Chert. Anyway, it was gorgeous, and Eric kept commenting on how quiet it was (serial killer?) and how there wasn't a machine to be heard for miles. We learned about overcoming adversity through diversity (dorky and charming?) and how the prairie lands act as co2 scrubbers. The tour lasted about an hour, and we were compelled at the end of it to be inspired, and to recycle. Or else.