At Weeks End
Just call me Indiana Johnson.
For years Ive been fascinated by the Vegetarian Colony proposed in the 1850s to spring up south of Humboldt as a utopian community. Truth was, it had a dystopian outcome, lasting about a year, with most of those who ventured from the East either dying or finding their ways out of Kansas as quickly as they could.
Within a year, the colony was a memory.
Now and again Ive traipsed over land that may have been occupied by the colonists, occasionally finding something that fortified my interest, such as square…
