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Little did Great Aunt Sally know, when she and Great Uncle Thaddeus headed west on the Santa Fe Trail, that "reaching the end of the trail" for them would not mean Arizona or New Mexico, but Kansas. Cimarron, Kansas, to be exact.
"Just relax and watch the world pass on by," you can almost hear her say from the porch swing that still looks out over the perennial garden that she first dreamed of out there on the prairie in 1907.
We've made a few changes to Aunt Sally's home - central heat and air; a hot tub enclosed in her scented herb garden - but we've kept in touch with that simpler lifestyle of days past. From the airy ceilings and period light fixtures to framed art, both original and prints, from beloved antiques to the soft glow of a favorite Oriental rug in the dining room, the warmth and ambiance strangers found at Aunt Sally's remains today.
Cimarron Crossing B&B is located on US Highway 50 just three blocks west of the only stop light in Gray County. Private, off-street parking is provided. The city of Cimarron offers several historic attractions within a short driving distance: the settlement at Dodge City; covered wagon ruts from the Santa Fe Trail are still visible today; and the Santa Fe Trail exhibit at Ingalls, just six miles west. A bit of history, a snip of small town simplicity and a good deal of comfort are yours to be enjoyed as you "stop and sit a spell" at the Cimarron Crossing Bed & Breakfast. We trust you'll find your stay - from the soft feather comforters and cozy terrycloth robes to our healthy and hearty breakfasts - every bit enjoyable. Member of KBBA - Kansas Bed & Breakfast Association [bot.htm]
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She wasn't sure what made them decide to just stay there that day when
they were choosing between the northern route and the southern route of
the trail instead of continuing on west. Maybe it was that wide stretch of
prairie where the winds sang all day long that they had just crossed; or
maybe it was the talk of a flowing river just beyond to the south; why, it
might even have been that tiny millinery shop sign she saw as they passed
through Dodge yesterday; but then, maybe Cimarron was just west enough.
Well, Aunt Sally
passed on some time ago, but she'd still want you to stop and sit a spell
at her charming yellow house. Or come into the parlor: let your fingers
tickle the ivories of the magnificently ornate rosewood grand piano; let
your eyes feast on the original leaded and etched glass in the windows;
and let your soul feel the strength and sturdiness that pioneer
stock reflected by the dark oak and pine floors.
