Woke up to thunder, lightning and rain in Russell, Kansas, once the home of both Bob Dole and Arlen Specter. Nice to be sitting dry inside our little trailer, drinking fresh coffee and reading on Facebook about inches of snow back in Mancos! Maybe we should go south for another week or two.
Sandy is 29 today, so I'm taking her out for breakfast next door (instead of the Special K we bought yesterday) and, hopefully, to an Outback in Colorado Springs tonight. Otherwise, it will be a day of driving westward through the rain.
First, we have to pack up, and unhooking the connections in the rain won't be as much fun as usual. Still, I've gotten it down to where it doesn't take very long. The lower picture is where we are right now; the upper one is the night before in Columbia, MO, probably the NICEST Good Sam park we have ever been in.
By the time we get home, this is going to be about a 5,000-mile trip, the third such we've taken (the first with the Casita). I'm no longer able to add up the miles we've covered together in a tin can on wheels; must be 50,000 or more. We're not full-time RV-ers and won't be - we like community too much - but we understand a little more about the attractions of that life.
The miles and hours we've spent together have been SO enjoyable, at home and in the car. When traveling, Sandy (now aided by the TomTom GPS unit) is the navigator, keeping me from taking exits I don't want to take, checking out distances and routes and potential lodging sites for the night. She spells me in driving, too, letting me take a nap (something us old guys need).
We enjoy so much that we see along the way ... flowering redbud trees, lilacs, dogs, people, old houses, great natural views. This trip has been less sightseeing, but we did figure out for ourselves what's meant by "post rock" country here in western Kansas ... the fence posts are actually columns of rock!
Here's to 40 or so more birthdays for Sandy, and I hope to be with her to celebrate every one of them! tv
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