We got on the road around 4:30 and stopped for breakfast in Wichita. The place we’d chosen before leaving was closed, but Siri found us a nice spot in the old Yellow Cab Building. This building dates from the 1920s, and now houses loft apartments, businesses, and apparently the police station as well.
Old Town Wichita was, from the glances we had of it as we made our efficient breakfast stop, a nice little oasis in a rundown yet interesting part of the city. Wichita was a cow town, seeing 350,000 head of Texas cattle through town in cattle drives which must have been a lot like Bikes, Blues, and BBQ for the people of the town.
The place became a city on petition of 123 men and one woman, that women being the mother of Billy the Kid. This Old Town building has ghost signs on it which I could not make out; it might be the building mentioned in the article above which says on it, “Furs Hides Pelts.”
By the 20th century, it had become an industrial town, and it looked as though perhaps it still is. Agriculture continues to be important, though, as evidenced by the strange thing we saw along the freeway. It looked like some sort of castle or ship or something, a concrete building of extreme length and narrowness, and we couldn’t figure out what it was. I have since learned that it is called a grain elevator:
Overall, Kansas hadn’t changed much since last time we were there.