Interstate 35

In the wee hours of Wednesday morning, I drove from Wichita to Topeka. I left my motel at the ungodly hour of 5:39 AM, so it took over 20 mins before the sun was over the horizon. When it did peek out, however, I found the sight so arresting as to get out my old cam and fire away. I present you with the results:

There was nothing special about this stop, except that it was named Knut Rockne, after the American-Norwegian football player.


The sunrise.