Hand-quarried sandstone homes with traditional wall-mounted grapevine trellises, hand-crafted baskets and brooms and a four-star golf course. Those some of the reasons we chose Amana, Iowa for a location to meet my sister and her husband for a few days of get-away. It also fit the criteria of being relatively half way between Minnesota and Kansas. 
Communing in the Amanas
Autumn in the Hills
One crisp, clear autumn afternoon found us heading north on one of our favorite clear-the-mind routes. Rolling up through the Kansas Flint Hills on Highway 177 from Matfield Green, we could feel the pressure of the week melting away. There’s something in the Hills that brings everything into perspective. Maybe it’s the permanence of the grasses that cloak the rolling horizon, or it might be in the century of time that appears to have passed over this land leaving only the mere vestiges of change. There is a feeling of strength and eternal beauty that is hard to find in these days of constant change. 






