Snakes and Sails

It's occurred to me that if I only had a sail, I could be blown to New Mexico.  The snakes in the grass are bigger, fatter, and I'm pretty sure more venomous... from my description to locals, I'm seeing more copperheads as I head westward into the historic prairie grass of the Great Plains.  I've just passed through the famous Council Grove, Kansas, where in 1825 the leaders of various native groups and the territorial governor signed an agreement to ensure safe passage to travelers... I wonder if there were any pilgrims among them.  Gotta run,

 

I continue onward, smiling and with the west-facing hemi-burn known to pilgrims on the Camino to Santiago.