Packing
I woke up about 0520 local time and quietly started packing up. I took my time, hoping Nancy would wake up so I could thank her for her hospitality, but I was ready to leave by 0645. While was making my last check to ensure my gear was all tied down properly when Nancy popped her head out and told me to come have a cup of coffee with her. It was raining and of course coffee sounded good, so I had a cup and said my goodbyes.
Where to next?
Today I would cross the border into Kansas. Though I was going the speed limit, I blew right by the Welcome to Kansas, so I missed my photo op! I didn’t shoot any video because it was forecasted to pour buckets, so I kept my GoPro safe and dry in my pocket and drove on. It definitely rained, but the pouring buckets never materialized for me.
Lucille at a gas station with Amanda Zito’s sticker on the back.
Kansas
Kansas has cows. A lot of cows. Crammed into tiny spaces. The stench is overwhelming. Even when you can’t see the cows, the smell gags you. And, remember, I’m on a motorcycle. I can’t close my windows and recycle my air! So far, I was completely unimpressed with Kansas.
For my dad
Though my dad been gone a few years now, I set my sights on Dodge City. I knew he would have loved that, though I had no great desire to see it. Highway 50 went through it, so that’s where I ended my night. My attempt to stay with a bunk a biker was not successful, and I didn’t find good camping, so a hotel it was. The place was nice and inexpensive, and I could park Lucille right outside the window. To me it was perfect.
Lucille parked out my window.
I despise those cow places, feed lots or whatever they are. Gag is the right word, even in a closed car. And it ain’t just in Kansas, Toto!
don’t forget to get a picture of the Kansas state “tree” (otherwise known as a telephone pole)!
That is about true too!