Little House On The Praire

Another site accomplished on the Laura Ingalls Wilder trail. One could say there’s not a lot to see here except the land — but hey, that’s precisely the reason the Ingalls set up here.
So yes, this is the setting for the second book in Laura’s life story (get that TV show outta your head, kid). Absolutely read it (it’s short) if you’re going to come out here to get the spirit of it — I tried to imagine where the trail of the Native Americans in the story could be found.
In addition to the prairie, there is indeed a little house — a log cabin dating from the 1870s. There’s also a schoolhouse and a hand-​dug well. Of these, only the well traces to the Ingalls — the other two buildings were moved here and are contemporaneous. You can check out the insides during opening hours (along with a museum). Sadly, it was closed, but I was grateful I could roam around the property. There’s a box to drop some cash afterhours, hint hint.
This takes little time to see (especially if closed) — we took about 20 minutes. If you can, try to pair this up with Laura’s final house in Mansfield, MO, not terribly far away.

I found myself driving north bound on US 75 out of Tulsa, after about an hour or so I found myself in a small town named Caney, Kansas needing to refill my coffee mug I found a Casey’s General Store to accomplish this task I found this store not so different than any 7 Eleven, QuickTrip, Circle K, PaknSak or any other C Store you’ll find scattered across America they sell coffee and pump gas. With a semi-​fresh cup of coffee in hand I continued driving north looking forward to my final destination Kansas City, then out of nowhere in the middle of all the nothingness I saw a sign, no it wasn’t from the almighty or any other entity it was a green KDOT sign — «Little House on the Prairie Next Right» I drove by it not thinking anything more of it for about 30 seconds or so, then as I often do I couldn’t resist the temptation. I just had to look if only for a moment so I quickly make a U-​turn in the middle of US 75 and made my way back and there it stood.
The site that claims to be the location where Charles Ingalls and his family lived from 1869 to 1871 and further claims to be where Carrie Ingalls was born in 1870 was right in front of me. I stood for a moment amazed and then disappointment set in it looked nothing like the rolling prairie that I had so often watched on the television series. I had no visions of the settler’s daily struggles, the clover blowing in the wind or the sound of the cold creek waters flowing beyond the hill because there are no hills, it Kansas it’s as if Hollywood had conspired to deceive me or was it just a recreation of The Little House on the Prairie, based on the description in the books by Laura Ingalls Wilder I think the latter.