September 10, 2018, Monday, home to Gridley, CA via I-5, CA99: 121 miles
It was more than time to head to Denver and make up for that aborted trip back in June due to engine overheating – an issue fixed soon after. Heck, I drove the Minnesota Chicken Run since then and Big Blue was more than ready to power over those Sierra Mountains now!
I had several projects to work through since the Minnesota Loop, including the refrigerator repair that I actually did myself! I also had that windshield chip repaired, a couple inherited scratches on a basement door were repaired and painted, and a few more small items were done. We were ready to hit the road!
I spent an hour or so each of two days just washing the coach for the trip – it takes two days for this old man. I washed the front and one side one day, then the rear and the other side the next. But it all gets done eventually!
When the big day came to load the coach, we worked harder than we should have getting all the groceries, clothing, etc., etc. loaded. Finally, at 1040 we pulled out of our little senior gated community and headed north to Gridley.
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We dealt with heavier traffic than usual on a weekday drive through the valley, but traffic has gotten worse in just the past year or two, it seems. Once we turned off the interstate onto CA99, the heavy traffic became lighter the farther north we drove.
We stopped along the highway just south of Yuba City and my cute lil’ cook and waitress whipped up meatloaf sandwiches for lunch. Yep. There was a Dale’s Roadside Diner out there among the farms and cows, and lunch was much better than the usual Dale’s Diner fare.
We arrived at my dear sis’ place just outside the little town of Gridley at 1340. I set up the coach for our overnight stay while Lavonne headed indoors to visit with Gale. Eventually I joined them in the house and we had a good visit.
Big Blue parked a couple miles from Gridley, out in God’s Country!
We brought along pulled pork for dinner and John whipped up a salad for us. We also brought along fixins’ to make strawberry shortcakes with whipped cream! It made a wonderful dessert and we all had our fill of strawberries.
The old folks after a pulled pork dinner and delicious strawberry short cake for dessert.
About 1900 I headed to the coach to shower and to edit photos and begin this travelogue. It was a warm afternoon and the air conditioners ran well past dark. Lavonne joined me around 2000. As I clacked away on my travelogue, she played online word games to pass the time. She is a nearly unbeatable Scrabble player!
Lavonne called it a day and retired about 2200 hours. I stayed up an hour or so longer as I watched most of an episode of The Century – America’s Time, a History Channel documentary originally aired in 1999 about the 20th century, now available on YouTube. I still enjoy watching it. I went to bed about 2300.
Day 2, Tuesday, Gridley to Winnemucca, NV via CA70, CA20, I-80: 296 miles
Our peaceful country night was interrupted when my sound machine turned off. I don’t remember what time it was, but it was well before sunup. Although we were connected to the 30 amp plug at Gale and John’s home, suddenly all the AC current stopped. I didn’t understand why, but I was so sleepy that I simply turned on the inverter which provided ac current from our big bank of four deep cycle batteries. And I went back to bed.
When we awoke and worked through the morning chores, I began looking into the electric issue. All I knew was that the amperage use on our Intelletec (the electricity management system on the coach) read zero. I was certain it was something wrong with the coach since the system was on but not distributing electricity. To make a long story short, and with John’s help, we discovered that the 30 amp plug at the house had failed. When we pulled out the coach plug, one prong was badly burned by an apparent short which blew John’s receptacle – and when checked with my voltmeter read less than 50 volts, far less than the 115 volts it was supposed to read. We then plugged into a regular two prong 20 amp receptacle, and all was well in the coach. What a relief – I thought we may have to cancel the trip since it seemed I couldn’t run shore power to the coach. I was very happy to be wrong!.
Ouch! Something blew the receptacle we were plugged into and this was the result. A surge? A faulty receptacle? But the coach was just fine.
For breakfast John and I made a run to the local Mickey D’s for breakfast sandwiches and burritos. We enjoyed the fast and easy breakfast as we continued our visit. After a delicious McGriddle sandwich, followed by a breakfast burrito, I headed to the coach and made ready for our day’s drive to Winnemucca, Nevada.
It was 1000 hours when we bid my dear sis and John good-bye and headed for Nevada. The drive through the foothills of the Sierras is not so pretty in September with all the brown and dead landscape. But the drive through the mountains is always a beautiful drive in September, full of twists and turns to keep a driver awake. Finally, after many miles of curvy CA20, we reached I-80. Once we were beyond Reno and Fernley, the traffic lightened considerably and we were cruising through the wide open and empty Nevada Desert. I love such driving which is nearly impossible to find in Kalifornistan.
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In Fernley, NV we pulled into a Shell station, of all places, for some “cheap” diesel if $3.40 can be considered cheap. With the Pilot and Love stations on the interstate selling diesel in the $3.80 range, Shell was a bargain. At home, Shell and Chevron are always the most expensive stations.
After fueling up, we continued our drive toward Winnemucca with a wonderful tail wind pushing us along. In a vehicle with the aerodynamics a brick, it’s good to have a strong tailwind because of the much improved mileage and the quieter ride since the sound of wind on the big, square front is much reduced.
We arrived at the Winnemucca, Nevada Walmart at 1630. After setting up the coach and turning on the air conditioners, I headed to the store for my walk and to do a bit of shopping. Having sat all day as I drove, it was good to stretch out for a walk.
Big Blue II at the Winnemucca Walmart.
Back at the coach I showered and then zapped a small frozen dinner. When I began to update this travelogue I was unable to connect to the internet as it was too slow in Winnemucca. I just gave up on the ‘net and did my writing on a document that I would upload later. I also edited a few of the day’s photos. Lavonne busied herself with games on the computer as we whiled away the evening.
My cute lil’ Trail Buddy called it a day and headed to the bedroom a bit before 2200. I mixed a couple cool ones and dug out the DVD set World at War, an interesting history of WWII. I watched it ‘til almost 1100 and then prepared for bed. It had been a long day and I was whipped.
Day 3, Wednesday, Winnemucca, NV to Salt Lake City, UT via I-80: 357 miles
I was up and working through the morning chores a bit before 0600. It was a cool morning in Winnemucca and I turned on the heater awhile. When I settled back to enjoy my morning coffee and favorite websites for news and comics, there was no internet. It had gone from slow to non-existent. So I busied myself with this blog and edited more photos.
When we continued west toward Salt Lake City at 0800, I was delighted with the prospect of cruising through the spacious Great Basin Desert of Nevada and the very light traffic I’d be dealing with. It was such a relief to be free of the madness of Kalifornistan for a few days!
As one who appreciates trains and the desert, I designated this photo as Photo of the Day!
Not long after leaving Winnemucca and its lousy ‘net connection, we pulled into the Valmy Rest Area to whip up a quick breakfast. We were in an area well served by AT&T’s usually great 4G ‘net connection. Along with breakfast we were able to check out some of our favored ‘net sites before moving on.
In Battle Mountain, NV we stopped at a Shell station that has always had very low diesel prices. Although I had room to pump on only 21 gallons, I gladly did so. These days, $3.31 is a good price – especially when Flying J wants $3.74 per for the same stuff in the same little town. It’s too bad more people don’t shop price on the ‘net or simply call ahead for the price!
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The day’s drive was aided by a wonderful tailwind that moved us right along and saved some fuel. The ride was quieter because the usual sound of wind across the coach’s broad front was much reduced. A tailwind is a good thing.
Utah warns drivers all along the 100 mile stretch across the salt flats about drowsy driving. Click the following photos to see what can happen when the warning goes unheeded. It’s a sure bet that this truck’s driver fell asleep and wandered off into the salt flats:
Our tailwind became a strong crosswind that I had to fight the last 50 miles or more. Such driving gets pretty tiring, but Big Blue is a heavy 34′ coach and certainly is easier to drive in such wind than most.
We landed at a different Walmart this trip that is located at the far east end of Salt Lake City. Lavonne had a date with our granddaughter, Erica, who lives and works in Salt Lake City. Shortly after we arrived, Erica met us and we had a lovely visit for awhile before she took Lavonne out for dinner at a local restaurant. I chose, as always, to stay at the coach and have a quiet dinner where there would be no noisy kids running around and I’d be in control of the music.
When they returned from dinner, we sat around the coach visiting for an hour or so. It’s always a pleasure to visit with Erica and we seldom get to see her.
Erica and Lavonne pose after their dinner out.
After our visit we said our good-byes with hugs all ’round and Erica headed for home. We prepared for another night aboard the coach, then spent time on the computers with a good, fast ‘net connection.
Parked for the night at one of several Walmarts in Salt Lake City. This one was on Parley’s Way on the east side.
After Erica left we worked our way through the usual evening chores, and Lavonne headed to bed. I watched more of the YouTube history documentary The Century: America’s Time, episode 4 which was about the depression. It reminded me of all that we take for granted when The Greatest Generation suffered so much to overcome the depression and then win WWII for us. I also enjoyed a couple cool ones and raised one to my parent’s generation! Our lives are so good and they had a lot to do with that. I went to bed around 2300 and slept very well.
Day 4, Thursday, Salt Lake City, UT to Cheyenne, WY via I-80: 430 miles
Yep. Day 4 was a long day! We originally set out for Laramie, WY but it was so windy there that we chose to continue on for another 50 miles and land in Cheyenne – and we’d have that many fewer miles to drive to the kids’ place in the morning. Cheyenne would be more pleasant, and besides, we usually stay at one of the Cheyenne Walmarts.
Salt Lake City, UT as we began our trek east to Cheyenne on Day 4.
Our drive was pleasant enough weather wise, with a tail wind moving us along until we got to Rawlins, WY or thereabouts, when a crosswind really got going. A couple electronic signs warned of 50+ MPH winds! The good news was that we were aboard the relatively heavy Big Blue II and she handled the high winds quite well.
Scenic photos to click – don’t miss ’em!
The day was not only windy, but very hazy. We figured it must have been smoke from wildfires somewhere nearby, but we never saw nor heard of any.
We stopped for breakfast at a lovely Wyoming Rest Area along the interstate. I zapped a breakfast sandwich and peeled a little Clementine orange; Lavonne simply poured a small bowl of oat flakes cereal. We were trying to keep it simple and low calorie – we’d be behaving badly once we got to the kids’ place!
For lunch we pulled off the interstate and parked near what appeared to be a dirt country road. Posted for all to see was a sign that read NO SERVICES AHEAD! But with a Dale’s Roadside Diner right there for anyone to see, and especially with my lovely Trail Buddy along doing the cooking and serving, how could that be?! So the setting demanded a photo of this dichotomy.
We hadn’t fueled since Battle Mountain, NV and by the time we arrived at the Walmart in Cheyenne, over 700 miles, our fuel gauge read as low as it had ever been – below 1/16 of a tank. As with so many gauges it was not all that accurate; after filling the tank I knew we’d had twice that in the tank when we arrived. I pumped on 77 gallons at the Walmart station which meant that there were 13 gallons in the tank. But that certainly was cutting it closer than we usually do!
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After fueling up, which took three swipes of our credit card to accomplish due to their $100 limit, we simply drove across the lot and parked for the night. It was good to be “home” after such a long drive!
When we were settled in, we walked to the store and did a bit of shopping – and it counted as my walk for the day. Back at the coach we whipped up dinner, then tackled the evening chores.
Lavonne played word games on her computer as I edited photos and updated this entirely too wordy blog – but it kept me occupied!
Our evening in the coach was comfortable and we slept well. We’d be with the kids in Greenwood Village by noon the next day and we sure were looking forward to our visit.
Day 5, Friday, Cheyenne, WY to Greenwood Village, WY via I-25: 120 miles
The day dawned cool there in Cheyenne, and I ran the heater awhile as soon as I rolled out of bed. We wanted to get an early start as I had to dump our tanks at a nearby Love’s station before we continued south. We pulled out of the lot a bit before 0800.
Morning at Cheyenne on Day 5 – we’d soon be with the kids!
Our first stop was at the Love’s station where I ponied up $10 for the privilege of dumping our holding tanks. About 20 minutes later we continued south toward Denver, dropping nearly a thousand feet as we drove. Before we reached Denver, we took a loop to the east that added about four miles to the drive but missed the intolerable downtown Denver traffic.
We stopped at a rest area in Colorado for breakfast, and whipped up about the same breakfast that we’d been enjoying the past several days. I was about due for eggs and pancakes and would likely find just such a breakfast while a the kids’ place.
I just can’t resist shooting the skyline of Denver when I see it.
We arrived at Allen and Nancy’s lovely home at 1100 hours, safe and sound and plumb tickled to be there. Allen showed up from work a while later with Chick-fil-A lunch to share with us. The three of us sat on the patio together and caught up with one another’s happenings as we enjoyed the Chick-fil-A.
We made it to Allen and Nancy’s in Greenwood Village, Colorado!
It was good to be with Allen and Nancy after the long drive to see them. We visited much of the afternoon on their very cozy patio. I took time for my grandpa nap while others continued to visit. I think.
Eventually talk turned to dinner and we decided on Boston Market take out – and it was an excellent choice. Nancy’s mom, Norma, who lives nearby, would join us for dinner on the patio. I chose three pieces of rotisserie chicken, dressing, sweet potatoes, mashed taters and gravy, and corn bread. But somehow my sweet potatoes went missing, so my loving Lavonne shared hers with me. It was such a feast! I also had a cinnamon apple dish with some ice cream. Goodness… but it was a lovely dinner with family and we had a grand old time together.
The family posed for an after dinner photo and as can be seen, we were all fat and happy and well fed. (L-R): Lavonne, Dale, Norma, Nancy and Allen. It was a wonderful time together. (Click to enlarge this photo in a new tab; click again for a huge photo.)
Allen and Nancy’s gorgeous backyard and entertainment area. It is a beautiful place to hold a gathering of the clan.
We continued visiting on the patio after dinner for a spell, and a bit later I headed to the very comfortable basement “apartment” for a piping hot and long and glorious and wasteful shower. ahhhhhh. It was a real pleasure after several days of taking fast and efficient RV showers and I made the most of it!
I then headed to the coach for the night, and my dear Wifey would, as always during these visits, spend her nights in a guest bedroom in the house as she finds that more comfortable. Choice is good!
I watched more of the The Century: America’s Time documentary online and stayed up ’til midnight – something unheard of for me – but of course that was 2300 home time!
Day 6, Saturday, parked for the weekend: no highways and no miles
I slept very well and awoke about 0700. The first order of the day after morning chores was to brew my coffee, then join the rest of the family in the living room – that’s a tradition when the family is together. We discussed the plans for the day, and they would go shopping together after breakfast while I stayed put – as I usually prefer.
I had house cleaning to do, and I wanted to get started on it when they headed out to do the shopping. But first I took my walk of the day while it was still cool. The city has a lovely park two blocks away and walking there plus one lap around the place made my 25 minutes. It’s a beautiful place and I envy them such a lovely, nearby park.
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Back at the coach I dug out the vacuum and got started. I gave the place a good cleaning including washing the linoleum. It took about 45 minutes. As high as the Denver area is, it plumb wore me out. This old man with a triple bypass plus eight stents over the years ought not to be so active at over a mile high elevation. But I rested very well and for a change, enjoyed a couple beers I found in the garage fridge. Heck, there must have been nearly a case of bottled Coronas and I sure enjoyed the two I liberated. Or maybe it was three…
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The time I spent resting on the steps of the coach with those cold beers was an unusually splendid moment. I was whipped, but happy with my work and truly enjoying the beautiful morning, the lovely surroundings and, well… the good life!
The day passed as it usually does when visiting Allen and Nancy. The shoppers returned home after a Mexican lunch, and they were kind enough to bring a couple tacos home for the Old Man. Then they rested awhile before going grocery shopping for the planned dinner feast. Sometime during the afternoon we played the card game Golf, so named because the fewest points wins. I didn’t win but I had the most points!
What a dinner it was on the lovely patio! Barbecued chicken, roasted corn on the cob, mild green chili stew, cornbread, salad and more. And the Colorado evening was just beautiful. There are times I think the family cooks may be trying to kill me with all the good eating, and if so and if they succeed, it seems to me a mighty fine way to go! After the three days together, I would go back on my diet the rest of the trip. (Click this photo to enlarge and see all that good food up close!)
Everyone worked on preparing the great meal we had – except me. Norma, Nancy’s mom, joined us again and she, too, was elbow deep in the preparations. Then after the big meal, I did most of the cleanup because, after all, I am very good at unskilled labor. We all have our talents! Around 2100 the party broke up as everyone moved on to other things around the house. I bid my lovely Wifey good-night, then returned to the coach. It had been a very lovely and productive day.
Day 7, Sunday, more good times with the kids…
Our Sunday unfolded much as Saturday did. We stayed at home most all day. One shopping trip was made to find Lavonne a larger laptop computer. They came home with a 15.5″ Dell. Nancy, Allen and I set it up for her and she seemed real pleased with the larger size.
Everyone was involved in setting up Lavonne’s new, larger laptop.
Having cleaned the floors of the coach the day before, I continued the housekeeping as I dusted the whole place and then cleaned the sinks and bathroom.
We hunted and gathered again for lunch and dinner, and with all the leftovers from the prior two nights, there was plenty for everyone. After dinner we sat around the kitchen table and played more Golf, the card game that seeks the lowest score, as in golf!
We spent several fun hours playing the card game of Golf in which we all tried for the lowest score.
I headed to the shower about 0800 and then to the coach for the night. I looked forward to the continued trip to Pittsburg, KS the next morning. From Kansas I planned to continue east for a while, then head north into Iowa and work my way home through the north states once again. Unless, of course, I changed my mind. Bums don’t have real firm plans.
My loving Trail Buddy, Lavonne, would continue her visit with Allen and Nancy, and would fly home from Denver at a later date. If our destination was family, she’d be all in, but bumming around the country as I like to do just isn’t her thing. And I understand that completely.
Day 8, Monday, Sept.17, Greenwood Village, CO to Dodge City, KS via: I-25, CO86, I-70, US287, US50: 349 miles
The morning of Day 8 was a busy one as I prepared the coach for continued travel east. I had to load on fresh water, roll up the power cords and put them away, raise the jacks, etc. I visited with the family awhile that morning as I thanked Allen and Nancy for the good times and said my good-byes to them. I shared a big hug and good-bye kiss with my dear Lavonne – I would see her again when I got back home. And then I pulled out of their driveway at 0800 and headed for Dodge City, Kansas and a few days of bumming around the back roads of the heartland!
I dealt with a bit of traffic through the Denver area, then was on the much less traveled country roads of Colorado. How I loved to be back in that open country and those lightly traveled roads!
My first stop was Elizabeth, Colorado’s Walmart store where I planned to just pull in and have breakfast at the local Dale’s Diner. And there I discovered diesel selling at the nearby Murphy’s USA Station for just $2.93 per! I had very little room for fuel having just filled up in Cheyenne, but I had to have some of that cheap stuff! I filled the tank with just 17 gallons, and I was a happy camper. Next, I zapped a diet breakfast sandwich and peeled a little Clementine orange for breakfast. And I continued east.
Happiness is finding “cheap” diesel. My happiness is tempered by the memory of 25¢ diesel back in my trucking days.
I soon drove through the little klepto-village of Kiowa on CO86 where I was mugged about four years ago to the tune of something over $300 because, as I wrote at the time, “I committed the heinous crime of driving 32 MPH past the school zone. Granted, the caution lights were flashing and I did see them. But in Kalifornistan, one is instructed to a lower speed limit by a sign that reads when children are present. Nobody was present because it was so early.”
The little town of about 700 souls had a very modern police SUV with all the lights and flashiness for dealing with real crime. I’ve driven very, very carefully through the money-grubbing little town ever since. And I’ve never spent a dime there – other than the mugging!
The little burg of Kiowa, Colorado where passing tourists often make financial contributions to the town’s coffers. I believe tourism is big business for them with the help of their Blue Meanies.
The eastern Colorado area I drove through was mostly brown and about the only agriculture I saw was cattle feeding on dead grass. The poor things must have had to walk 50 miles a day to find enough nourishment. But this was mid-September and it had been a long, hot summer. The elevation through much of the area is over 6000′ and a long, cold winter was no doubt on the horizon. The following spring all would be lush and green. Here’s the difference between June and September:
June 2015 travel along CO86…
… and about the same area taken September 17, 2018.
I pulled into a supermarket lot in Lamar, CO and whipped up a sandwich for lunch. As I continued east the wind kicked up and I fought a crosswind the rest of the day. But the drive was such a pleasure as I cruised through rural countryside the whole day that I didn’t think much about the wind. I was lovin’ it! And it was pretty darn warm – it was in the 90s all afternoon and I ran the dash air the whole time.
Indians on the warpath! This metal sculpture startled me at first. A local rancher was having fun with the passing motorists.
Once in Kansas, the agriculture was much more diverse as I drove by many fields of corn – much of it no doubt would be winter feed for the countless critters in Kansas. I drove by several large feed lots where the cattle were getting fattened up for market. Cattle trucks were about as numerous as pick up trucks in Kansas, it seemed, as the livestock is mooooved about the area.
Cattle trucks seem to outnumber pickups in Kansas. They are everywhere and they are usually in a big hurry. Oh… and they are usually stinky!
I arrived in Dodge City, KS at 0600 and settled in at the local Walmart for the night. The wind blew incessantly from the south and it was very warm! I ran the generator and house air conditioners ’till almost 2200.
Welcome to Dodge City, pardner!
Jacks down for the night at Dodge City’s Walmart. It was windy and hot all afternoon and I ran the air conditioners for hours.
This was my first visit to Dodge City since our ill-fated trip of last October. We spent our last night aboard our beloved Cecil the Diesel there, before the awful accident in Kinsley, KS the next day.
I shopped for some supplies and groceries at Walmart, and took my walk around the area, visiting the nearby Hobby Lobby. Back in the coach I edited photos, began the day’s blog, and then whiled away the evening watching more of the online documentary The Century: America’s Time on YouTube. I finally went to bed about midnight and slept very well.
Day 9, Tuesday, Dodge City, KS to Pittsburg, KS via I-25, CO86, US287, US50, US400, US160: 341 miles
The drive on Day 9 was windy, hot and pleasant. After all, I was cruising the back roads of Kansas and enjoying the solitude and rural beauty of the heartland. And the day would include some of the best fried chicken I know of – Chicken Mary’s just a few miles outside Pittsburg.
The drive would also take me through, successfully this time, the intersection near Kinsley, KS where we had had the terrible accident last October 3rd. As I approached the intersection, only about 35 miles into the day’s drive, I recalled that awful day. Highway 56 was blocked off this time, and in reality it was no longer an intersection. I presumed the closure was due to construction, and how I wished that had been the case back in October. I often think of the wife and two young sons who lost their husband and dad that day, and the whole incident was just such a loss in every way.
The intersection where, last October, we collided with a small van that pulled out in front of us from US56, the road to the right which, in this photo, was blocked off. Our beloved Cecil the Diesel was totaled and the other driver died at the scene. This time I continued my trip, something that, for some reason, I wanted to experience.
I continued on toward my goal of Pittsburg and Chicken Mary’s for dinner. The afternoon was windy, and it was incessant although not more than about 20 MPH. It was a crosswind which makes the drive more tiring.
It was a long, hot drive, and it was good to pull into Chicken Mary’s parking lot for my much anticipated chicken pig-out. I had to fire up the generator and run the main air conditioner as I went in and ordered. It was hot, but mostly humid. The air conditioner ran the entire time at Chicken Mary’s.
Chicken Mary’s and Chicken Annie’s have sat side by side, in competition, waaaay out in the boonies near Pittsburg, Kansas for over 80 years. Both were started in the 1930s during the depression when two local men were disabled and their wives began serving chicken dinners and sandwiches in their homes. I’ve eaten at both during past trips and they’re about the same in my book. This trip I decided to eat at Chicken Mary’s.
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The dinner was all that I expected and I enjoyed every bite. I ordered three thighs, and sides of mashed taters and gravy, coleslaw, and apple sauce. Also included was a chicken leg, a bonus, I supposed, for my winning smile and good looks.
After the delicious meal, I headed for town and a local gas station where I fueled up with 79 gallons of diesel. The price was a bit higher at $3.15 per, but still a bargain by Kalifornistan values.
Kansas must be very profitable for farmers. The land grows huge crops of corn and soybeans and sorghum. And the hundreds, if not thousands of wind turbines generate electricity high above the many crops. Add to that the oil wells that appeared in a few of the fields, and one must come to the conclusion that Kansas farming must be very rewarding financially.
What great use of the land this is! Crops grow below as wind turbines generate electricity above.
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When I pulled into the local Walmart and settled in, I had to run the air conditioners ’til bedtime because of the awful humidity; it was at 80% and I’m used to near zero back home. Even in the high 70°s late in the evening, to me the humidity was very uncomfortable.
I spent the evening editing photos and watching more history documentary on YouTube. I checked the outdoors from time to time, hoping to open the coach up and let the cool of the evening in, but that didn’t happen. I finally called it a day around 2330 and headed for bed. It had been quite a day.
Day 10, Wednesday, September 19, Pittsburg, KS to Hannibal, MO via US160, I-49, US54, MO19, US61: 305 miles
I slept well in spite of the heat, having moved the little table fan to the bedroom for the night for a bit of comfort. I was on Central time, and awoke at 0715 when back home it was just 0515. Perhaps I was getting used to the changing time zones.
The first thing after morning chores was to get the photos and travelogue for Day 9 posted. And nearly two hours later, I was done.
I had planned to drive to Hannibal, MO that day, but because of the heat and humidity I’d contend with there, a change was quite possible. I would decide as my day unfolded.
I pulled out of Pittsburg at 0940 and within just seven miles, was in beautiful Missouri. The place was so green! I loved the very scenic drive through all those wonderful green and rolling hills – and the Ozarks!
Welcome to Missouri! Pardon the buggy windshields; I did wash ’em good when I stopped for breakfast, but the clean didn’t last long. Lots of bugs love Missouri, too!
I pulled into a truck stop and found a place in the huge lot all to myself for breakfast and to clean those monster windshields – it seems they’re about an acre in size when it’s time to tend the bug collection. Continuing my diet after the chicken pig-out, I had only a Jimmy Dean Delight frozen breakfast sandwich and a nectarine.
Back on the road, I enjoyed a nearly windless day for a change, and what breeze there was usually pushed me along as a tailwind. Less wind is good. The day was very warm and pretty humid, too. I’m not used to high humidity, and if I didn’t have the coach air conditioners to keep me comfy, I’d have been elsewhere!
Here is a collection of Missouri photos – click and enjoy:
It was early on that I decided I would drive to Hannibal, MO for the night because, by gosh, I wasn’t going to be a sissy about hot weather and humidity. Well… if it wasn’t for the air conditioners I certainly would be a sissy – and I soldiered on!
The beautiful drive was more than worth the effort to stay comfy in the muggy weather, and here’s more proof –
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Once settled in at the Hannibal Walmart store, I set off for my walk around the inside of the store where it was cool and comfortable. But my gosh – it was awful hot and humid outdoors.
I parked the coach with the rear to the sun to keep it off the sides so as to help keep it cool inside. I ran the house air conditioners all evening. After dark I would occasionally open the door to see if it was still hot – and it always was, and it felt much like a sauna. I decided that evening that as much as I enjoyed beautiful Missouri, I could never live there!
After my walk and evening chores such as dinner and shower, I edited photos for a long time – and, as always, I shot waaaay too many and deleted most. I mixed a couple cool ones and kicked back to watch more of the documentary The Century: America’s Time – what a great story of our history it is!
I called it a day and headed for bed around 2300 Central Time. It had been a long and pleasant day and I slept very well.
Day 11, Thursday, Hannibal, MO to Fremont, NE via US36, I-29, US34, US75, I-680, US6, US275: 355 miles
I rolled out of my very cozy bed about 0615 and began another day of traveling the beautiful heartland. According to the coach outdoor thermometer it was already near 80° – likely a warmer reading than actual, but still warm. And a cool breeze blew lightly that wouldn’t be cool for long.
After morning chores I began the day’s travelogue for the day before. It’s a time consuming pleasure, and some folks like to follow my wanderings. For sure, I would enjoy reading and re-reading this travelogue in the future.
The day began with a breeze and ended with a real blow-hard thunderstorm – but I’m getting ahead of myself. I did remember to clean the monster windshields before leaving – not that it lasted long.
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The day’s drive was almost all west and northwest, and a heck of a blow came from the south. For the little time I headed north it made for a welcome tailwind, but nearly all day it tried to push me into the ditch.
And once again my fridge was too warm. Those two issues could have depressed me – but I refused. After all, I was blessed with the good fortune to be doing exactly what I wanted to do, and I enjoyed being a comfortable and mobile bum!
Amid my sad tales of the day, click to see the wonderful barn collection I photographed:
The wind was an annoyance; the fridge more a matter of endless frustration considering the history I’ve had with the &%$#@!! thing! I knew I needed help, and looked online for RV repair. The town of Fremont, only about 25 miles from my destination of Blair, NE listed a fellow who had excellent reviews. I could easily spend the night at the Fremont Walmart instead, so I called and left a message about my issue. He called back! He agreed to meet me at the store! I was somewhat relieved that he seemed up to his Yelp reviews. So on to Fremont I drove.
Now, I have been wishing and hoping for rain, and other than the five minutes of sprinkles the prior day, I hadn’t seen a drop the entire trip – and that was unusual in the heartland.
Well! As I neared Fremont, a huge thunderstorm was blackening the skies ahead. I was encouraged – something may have been going my way on an otherwise frustrating day.
When I pulled into the Fremont Walmart the wind was blowing like heck. I parked the coach into the wind, dropped the jacks and set up for the stay, and that’s about when the rain and thunder broke loose – it was a beautiful thing! The rain came down in sheets as the thunder pounded. I loved it. I just sat in the coach and enjoyed the show.
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The RV repair fellow pulled up next to the coach after the cloud burst was about done, and after pleasantries, he got to work. He discovered right off that the “burn box” where the little flame powers the fridge circulation was full of debris and likely was the issue. He cleaned it out and was satisfied that it was fixed. However, it takes hours for these RV fridges to cool down, and I wouldn’t know ’til the following morning if he actually fixed it. But I saw all the debris he cleaned out, and the healthy blue flame when he was done, so I had high hopes.
He also spent perhaps 45 minutes diagnosing the bedroom slide which quit working at the start of this trip. He showed me quite a bit about the system, and also where the problem probably was, but did not have parts nor did I have the time to wait for parts. For $120 I trusted that the fridge was fixed and I learned a lot more about the slide. I think it was worth changing to the Fremont Walmart – and I would know more about the fridge in the morning.
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As for the storm, I was one happy camper! It poured all evening and it was such a treat after all the heat and wind and humidity! I sure miss having weather back home because it’s the same day after day after day – nothing but sunshine!
I spent most of the evening editing photos and updating this travelogue. I did take time for a Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki sandwich that I bought at the Subway in Walmart. It was delicious and I was ready for something better than my usual frozen dinner.
Incidentally, the freezer of the fridge was at 20° when the fridge was nearly 60°. As was so eloquently spoken in the movie Oh Brother, Where art Thou? …