Day Five: New Best Friend.

About thirty miles north and west of the World’s Largest Ball of Twine is the Geographical Center of the Contiguous United States. It’s an inauspicious monument, but after the Ball o’Twine, the Taj Mahal would seem bland.

We saw the sign, saw the shrine, saw the chapel and heard the rooster crow. Hmmm, more to this place than meets the untrained eye.




I searched high and low for the source of the crowing, until finally, there he was.


I never caught his name, but he alit from his perch and followed me around for the rest of the time that Karla and I perused the site. (Karla has pictures of the rooster and I together.) Leaving was such sweet sorrow. I afear that I may have broken another heart.