Road Trip II -- Scott City, Kansas

 This story starts with water. A reliable year round stream that over millennia cut a canyon in western Kansas. The water attracted game of all sorts and the combination attracted people. The canyon is the site of the northernmost Pueblo settlement ever discovered. Later it was home to the Apache and the last battle between native tribes and the U.S. Army in Kansas was fought here. By the 1880s, Herbert Steele and his wife had homesteaded the area. 

The Steeles donated the first part of the land for use as a park in 1928. A dam was built the following year creating the lake that exists today. Historic Lake Scott State Park was developed over the following decades. There is the battle site, the sandstone home of the Steeles, the Pueblo ruins, swimming, fishing, hiking and mountain bike trails, and a visitor center.

 In the visitor center we learned that there was a museum in the nearby town of Scott City. Since we needed groceries and a laundromat, we went to town. Scott City has a population of about 4,000. Like so many of the cities across the west, it is a railroad town. It's just big enough to still have some businesses and it seemed to be thriving.

We did our laundry and went to the El Quartelejo Museum. There's an artist's gallery, rooms dedicated to the eras in local history, and something else. As you enter, there's a large room filled with tables, a full kitchen, one table with a jigsaw puzzle to work on, a social space. On a weekday afternoon there were a dozen, mostly older, people sitting in small groups engaged in conversation. We were the outliers, tourists in the off season.

We toured the exhibits, but as we came back out we were engaged by a couple of ladies, The usual questions, where you from, where you going, where you staying? We asked about the town, who they were, and they told us in turn. Then they asked if we had eaten lunch and they told us this story. 

There's a local place, called Mom and Pop's Burger Stop. (That link is Facebook, but it's what they are using for a website.) Several months before, they had a kitchen fire, destroyed the inside of the building. They rebuilt. But they didn't rebuild alone. People from the community did fundraisers to help the staff with expenses. People volunteered time and skills to clean, hang sheet rock, paint. The reopening had been a couple of days before and we should go eat there.

 

 I recommend the buffalo burger.

But I recommend the people even more. The back room is occasionally used by a local organization called Scott City Feathers and Lead for hunter safety classes. There are watch parties for the local high school football games. (Go Beavers!) They donate proceeds to do everything from help with food needs to paying funeral expenses. The people we met that day were just doing what seemed to be right. A community, alive and well. 

Scott City. A little place on the far western side of Kansas.

Being raised in the very rural parts of Kansas led me to believe that everything was simple, everything made sense and that anything was possible.

--Chely Wright