Golly Toto, I think we're back in Kansas

Trip Start Sep 03, 2008
Trip End Oct 01, 2008

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Saturday, September 6, 2008

Dawn arose and we couldn't wait to escape the LaQuinta Kansas City.  We have stayed at LaQuinta before, and they were all new and very nice.  This one turned out to be a refurbished motel they bought from some other chain.  The place was refurbished, but the whole place smelled like an ashtray.  Yuck.  We hit the road in a fairly dense fog for one of the longest days of our excursion (459 miles).  Kansas was wheat, corn, cows and millet from one end to the other. I was really surprised, though, that the East end of the state was rolling hills.  It was really interesting.  Every podunk town has a sign about their most famous citizen, from Ike (Abilene, Ks) to Bob Dole (Erection, KS).

At the edge of the rolling hills, just as the flat prairie began, there was a virtual forest of windmills, much to our amazement.  The wind must whip off the prairie and up the hills to make this spot so favorable.  I wonder who put them there?  Private enterprise without Obama throwing my tax money at them?  Fancy that, but then again if Al Gore hadn't invented the internet, I'd be out looking for stamps.

After the windmills came the oil fields.  Yes, in Kansas.  For about 50 miles there were oil pumper-thingies pumping up and down like that dunking bird in the glass of water.  Most of them looked pretty rusty, like they had sat idle for years until oil hit $140 per barrel.

  But the most amazing event of the day was  when sandy spotted a Wal*Mart in the middle of the prairie.  I went in too, cause I needed to stretch my legs, but ken refused.....good dog.

We finally arrived at the Golden Prairie Inn in Stratton Colorado.  Stratton is so small they share a town drunk with the next town, and the mayor has to double as the village idiot.  The only restaurant for 20 miles is the one attached to the Inn (think Mom & Pop Motel).  We went in at 5:30 for an early dinner, and the only person in there was one of the waiters.  It looked like we took them by surprise, there were no other patrons in sight.  After a beer and a trip to the salad bar, I looked at their clock, and it was 4:30, not 5:30.  We found out that the time zone had changed to Mountain Time as we entered Colorado about 40 miles back.  By the time we finished dinner, the help and some other diners had arrived.  It was a very long day!
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