Our main purpose for choosing this little Kansas town as our rendezvous spot was for my mom and me to finally visit the famous Nell Hill's. It did not disappoint. We walked circles around the place, looking again and again, and it really did feel like falling down a rabbit hole, with one cute thing leading to another.
We both walked out with some lovely selections. I put the two big baskets in my dining room hutch. My parents' 39th wedding anniversary was the next day, and my dad picked out two plates and two red glasses for the occasion. Atchison is also the birthplace of aviator Amelia Earhart, and there are tributes to her all around town.
Macauley took off with my parents and Ryan and I headed back to Kansas City, passing the formidable federal prison in Leavenworth (it really is so big and foreboding--quite intimidating to drive by). We zoomed down flat, open roads, farmland on either side, under the puffiest clouds I think I'd ever seen. The sky seemed huge and we seemed so small...dust in the wind?