Take a hot, sunny day, a small trailer towed by a Subaru Outback, a camera that can’t quite keep focus, and a two-lane road that stretches along the top of Kansas from one side to the other. What do you get? Two days of seeing rural America way off the interstate highway system. Most of the sporadic traffic on Route 36 is big rigs, screaming by me in the opposite direction, on their way to somewhere at the highest speed they can go without being noticed by the few police who patrol this long stretch of pavement. I don’t have…
