So we were off to a little bit of a late start. But things were looking up. When I stopped for gas, the pump stopped on a perfect $100. If that isn’t a good omen for a successful trip, what is?!
It was a great omen until I got to the next stop and it stopped on $100 again. Without filling up the tank. So as it turns out, there’s some kind of maximum that the gas pump will dispense. Sometimes it’s $100. Sometimes it’s $105. At another place it was $99. So you have to run a different card or go inside with the same card. With the frequency of gas stops and the amounts involved… I started thinking there may be an Omen involved after all.
Oklahoma was uneventful and went by pretty quickly, until the trip euphoria faded in Kansas. You may notice on the map that there seems to be a bit of a … shall we say “detour” around Witchita. Did I, as my wife suggested, not know where I was going? Of course not! That’s not it at all. I just had it on good authority that Witchita had been overrun by zombies. You gotta love the thanks I get for saving everybody’s brains. Sheesh.
Anyway, Kansas is the breadbasket of America. This is where it all happens. Right here you can see the machines that grind the wheat of Kansas into Froot Loops.
Due to the late start, we only got as far as Hays, Kansas. There’s a fine Walmart there, and Walmart lets you park your RV in their parking lot. It’s a win-win for them. Chances are, you will go into the store and buy some stuff. And even if you are unshowered and unshaven… with hair sticking in all directions – no one will notice any difference between you and the regular patrons.
We ran into an “issue” with the sleeping arrangements. My daughter woke up in the middle of the night in some kind of a hysterical claustrophobia fit. Apparently, there wasn’t sufficient room in her bed for her 50 lb. body. So the solution was that I switched places with her. No, the numbers don’t add up. No wonder kids are so soft today. They get blankets..sufficient sleeping room…When I was young, my parents just moved some socks out of a drawer and that was where I slept. My son then complained that he had a hard time sleeping over “all of that snoring”, but I didn’t hear a thing. He tends to make things up.
As you might guess, this was not the most exciting leg of the trip. If everybody lived right next door to Yellowstone, it probably wouldn’t be any big deal.