Day Five: The World’s Largest Ball of Twine.

I tossed and turned all night and nary got a wink of sleep. Like a child at Christmas, I woke well before dawn. I lay in bed, my heart racing. Seemingly hours later, Karla finally awoke, after I accidentally set the alarm clock to go off. Four times.

I sit in the car, waiting for Annie to shower. What in the name of god is taking that woman so long? Just as I’ve decided to leave without her, she stumbles out of the room, carrying her luggage, my luggage and the ice chest.

YEEHAW!!! We are on our way!!!

We head north out of Osborne for 4 miles, then head east on US 24. The excitement is palpable. Eight miles down the road we pass through the small town of Downs. Only eight more miles to go. I start to fidget and can’t sit still. The miles tick by slowly, one by one. Finally, we enter Cawker City.


On the right hand side of Wisconsin Street is the Largest Ball of Twine in the World. It is amazing, it is great, it is humbling.



Forgotten is that stupid gully in Arizona, the odd trees and rocks in California and the old cliff hovels in Colorado. I have found the Holy Grail of tourist attractions. My life is complete. I have seen, no it is more that I have experienced, the Ball o’Twine.

Guess where I plan to be on the third weekend in August 2010.