On the way between Kansas City and Denver last month, I stumbled across an abandoned gas station in central Kansas. No big writeup here, there's not enough history to write one. Just the remnants of an old gas station on the lonely prairie.
This station was truly in the middle of nowhere, with nothing around but the highway, tallgrass, and windmills as far as the eye could see. There was something poetic about an abandoned relic of the fossil fuels industry surrounded by the windmills of the green energy industry though.





This station was truly in the middle of nowhere, with nothing around but the highway, tallgrass, and windmills as far as the eye could see. There was something poetic about an abandoned relic of the fossil fuels industry surrounded by the windmills of the green energy industry though.





