The Part That Is About as Flat and Dry as the Land Around Us

Soren Ten showed up in Nashville from West Virginia a few days later. Soren Ten is a good friend of mine from Harding. He had the magnificent zeal for the Muslim world, especially Uzbekistan. A month ago, he visited this nation. He plans on being a full-time missionary to the Uzbekistan people. Anyways, Soren was on his way to Colorado Springs for a Muslim Missions Meeting. I was going to catch a ride with him out there. We left on a Saturday afternoon and arrived that very evening in the Middle-Of-Nowhere, Missouri, where Soren's roommate Kevin lived. Kevin was busy getting ready for his wedding 2 weeks in the future, but his family took us in anyways. The next morning we were off across the plains of Kansas. We stopped in the ole Abilene city where Wyatt Earp used to uphold the law before his days in Tombstone, AZ. It was in this small town that we witnessed what supposed to be a re-enactment of a Western gunfight, but ended up being the dumbest, worst perfomance I believe that I've ever seen accompanied to the sound of gunshots.
Then after miles and miles of endless horizon we reached the "Colorado Welcomes You" Sign. And after still more flatness we reached Colorado Springs after the night had fallen. We got a hotel room and a stab at a good night's sleep for the events of the next day. The next morning Soren drove me to the trailhead and we parted ways and I haven't seen him since.