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Tying up Loose Ends…or Eating at Waffle House and Dairy Queen.

I love Waffle House!!

Almost immediately after starting this whole road trip I realized that we would be driving through a lot of Waffle House country. That may gross some of you out, but I, for some reason, am obsessed with Waffle House. I don’t even normally eat sweet breakfast, but if I see a Waffle House all I want is a waffle. And their hashbrowns, which are sooo good. (If you’re me). Lucky for us, on our last morning the Super 8’s breakfast buffet was lacking, and I convinced mom to hit up the Waffle House that was conveniently located right next door. She said she liked it even better than Friendly’s (I obviously do, Friendly’s is gross, except for their ice cream treats).

After breakfast, and now fortified with all the vitamins and minerals we would need, we were off!

Somehow the GPS lead us to a backwoods dirt road. At least it was pretty.

We headed out to Newport News, Virginia. Why? So we could visit my Uncle and stay on his boat. That’s right, a boat! It was my second time ever sleeping on a boat, and it was very different from the ferry crossing from Croatia to Italy. Much homier.

Before dinner we went out on his friends boat for a little cruise around the bridge. The guy made his boat all by himself. With his two bare hands. Walking uphill in a blizzard! (I made that last part up, but it was pretty neat to be on a homemade boat). I got some nice shots of the bridge, sunset, and the navy yards.

Compass at sunset.
Bridge and power lines. Looking very pretty, despite being designed for function over beauty.
Sunset in Newport News, VA.

For dinner, we got some nice fresh fish, some food and beers from the market, and headed back for a little grill time. Man, was that fish tasty! And probably the lightest thing we’ve eaten this whole trip! It was also nice meeting the other people who stay at the marina in the summer. A nice bunch of characters, and I think we fit right in.

Transporting our groceries to the grill from the car in the Marina’s trusty wheelbarrow.
Grilling the fish, vegetables, and corn. Converted me into a corn eater again, it was so good!
Uncle and Mom enjoying the feast.

Next day we headed back to New York City. We went over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel. Anchors away, baybay! It was a beautiful drive. After I kept seeing signs for the Cape May-Lewes Ferry. After checking the map, and determining that it was indeed feasible for us to go that route, we thought, why not! Plus, it’s only fair that if we get to go out on a boat, our car should too. So we reserved our spot, and got there just in time.

Driving into the belly of the beast.
We weren’t really in the belly, you can see our car right there! (middle, left side). It’s probably enjoying the breeze as much as we were.
Here I am, enjoying the breeze on the top of the ferry. Maybe even happier than the car.

Part of the reason that I was so happy on the ferry ride, and one reason we were almost late, is that as we turned our last corner I spotted our last chance to visit a DAIRY QUEEN! I’ve been nearly as obsessed with Dairy Queen as I have been with Waffle House! It was fate. We had to stop! Since I can get a blizzard-type desert most anywhere, I chose to go with the golden-hued butterscotch dip cone. It was magical. After we ate our desserts I asked mom how she liked it. Her response was along the lines of ‘you’ve really been wanting to go here this whole time?’. I sure had! It’s like childhood, except none of the ones I used to go to are open any more, so if I’m in Massachusetts I’m rarely near one.

Dairy Queen. Last chance for childhood! Or, open everyday…depending on how you look at it. 
As beautiful as a setting sun. And almost as bright.

Now I’m back in the NYC. Enjoying the heat and humidity somewhat less without the A.C., but happy to have spent the last two weeks out on the road seeing the country. Every place I saw had something amazing about it, and I can’t wait to see the rest of the country! Someday…

As for the License Plate Game, I can’t do a map because I don’t have my mom’s computer any more. But, we didn’t see any of the elusive plates on our last day of driving. I did, however run into Washington D.C. and Rhode Island licensed cars parked practically right next to each other the day after I got back, in Brooklyn. Too bad that street wasn’t on our route! I also saw each plate hanging on the wall in one of the bars near my house, but one of the rules is, if it’s not on a car, it doesn’t count!

One last picture that sums up our trip. Maybe next year we’ll take a western route and see some national parks? If I can convince the mom to do another trip!

Frugal MacDoogal’s Liqour Warehouse. In Nashville, TN, I believe. Sums up the essence of the trip.
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Super 8 is Super Great!

Super 8!

By far the motel we’ve frequented the most is the Super 8 Motel. It’s one of the more affordable motels, and usually there is a mini fridge and microwave as well. They are better at keeping the smoke-free rooms smoke free, and they offer a decent continental breakfast. I can usually grab some fruit to snack on throughout the day as well.

We drove from Nashville to Lexington, Kentucky. Horse country! We ended up at a horse park, however it was closed by the time we got there. Luckily, it was just the museum, so we could still explore the grounds. I got to check out a few ‘breed examples’, which was pretty neat (even though I memorized them using Breyer horses and coloring books when I was little).

Pony at the Horse Park.

Mini horse at the Horse Park.

Sleepy mini horse at the Horse Park. So cute!

We had dinner one town over, and had some local Kentuckian fare. I had a fried lamb sandwich, which was interesting, but rather bland. Mom had chicken with ham and gravy, and said her’s was tasty. I finished off the meal with some fried Oreos, which were definitely the best part of the meal.

We headed to West Virginia and experienced a little country crafts. It was kind of hokey, but some of the stuff was cool. Mom picked up some wine glasses and molasses. I got honey with the comb, some chili mix, and two kinds of loose tea. Can’t wait to try them out! For lunch we ate at the food court, which was far better quality than any other food court I’ve eaten at. I had a fried green tomato sandwich, with melted swiss cheese and bacon. Yum yum!!

Tamarack shops in West Virginia.

Lunch. Photo courtesy of mom! I put her in charge while I went to powder my nose.

Some round hay bales, from the road in Virginia.

View from the Blue Ridge Parkway, in Virginia.

Now we’re in Roanoke, VA. Not much to say about it, as we’ve just gotten to the Super 8. Not sure where we’re eating. Still playing the license plate game, and still missing a few states. We just can’t seem to find R.I.! I think I saw Hawaii a few days ago, but wasn’t close enough to see the state, just kind of saw the picture. I think the colors go: blue, green, pink, yellow, red, purple, orange. Not sure though. Point is, there are still too many plates I haven’t seen!

License Plate Game!

Long Live The King

Gloss Mountain State Park, Oklahoma

Upon leaving Oklahoma we kept seeing these awesome rock formations. I kept wanting to stop and photograph them, however there were no opportunities, until, FINALLY, there was a spot to pull over! Not only was it just a spot, it had a longer drive off of it, and turns out it was a random state park for the Gloss Mountains! We hiked up to the top, and got a great view of the surrounding landscape, and some close-ups of vultures or some other type of bird of prey. It was a gorgeous start to the day!

Gloss Mountain State Park, Oklahoma.

We stopped for lunch at this awesome place called Kumback Lunch in Perry, Oklahoma where I had a chicken fried steak sandwich. One of the best sandwiches I’ve ever had. Better than a hamburger!

Kumback Lunch, Perry, Oklahoma

We continued driving and ended up on the western border of Arkansas, in Siloam Springs. It was a lovely little place, but just a one-night stopover. Unfortunately I left a ring there the next morning, and didn’t realize until we’d driven for 40 minutes, so we got to drive back and forth for about a while. The upside, we decided to grab lunch to go and it was amazing! We stopped at AQ Chicken House in Springdale, Arkansas. It is a favorite of Bill Clinton, and now is a favorite of mine!

AQ Chicken House, Arkansas.

Amazing fried chicken sandwich from AQ Chicken House, Arkansas

We drove to Bull Shoals/White River State Park in Arkansas. It was gorgeous, however we had some issues. It rained intermittently throughout our drive, but luckily stopped right as we arrived. Unfortunately, the sun came out, and it was HOT HOT HOT. We did, however, enjoy our sandwiches.

Bull Shoals/White River State Park, Arkansas

We tried to go on a couple of nature walks, but both failed. The lower lake loop wasn’t a loop, because a bunch of fallen trees cut the trail off. And there were a ton of mosquitoes. And, thanks to the humidity, which we hadn’t missed in New Mexico or Oklahoma, we were sweating up a storm. We also tried to go on the ‘wildflower walk’, but it was seriously lacking in flowers. The one included here is one of the maybe 5 that we saw. Despite these shortcomings, it was a nice break from driving.

Bull Shoals Reservoir, Arkansas.

Little Black Eyed Susan (I think), seen on the wildflower walk.

We spent the night in Jonesboro, Arkansas, which was a great college town. However, unbeknownst to us, it was a dry county! That’s right, no booze! And it was Sunday, so even if it wasn’t dry, the Blue Laws would have prevented us from procuring any spirits. Luckily, mom travels with her own box of wine. Phew!

Started off this morning and headed for GRACELAND! That’s right, Elvis Lives! Or at least, his memory lives on. I thought it was pretty cool, because his house was preserved as it was when he lived, shag carpeting and all. And some of the out buildings had been converted into trophy buildings. I knew he was popular, but I had no idea how acclaimed he had been! So many gold records! So many awards! So much charity work! It was a pretty neat trip…even as someone who isn’t a super Elvis fan.

Graceland Mansion, Memphis, Tennessee.

Tickets to Graceland!

Creepy monkey thing, Graceland Mansion.

Movie screening room. Back then 3 tvs was a big deal. Heck, 1 tv was a big deal!

Model of the home Elvis grew up in.

Charity check to 'Crippled Children's Hospital'. He was a big philanthropist (all joking aside).

One of Elvis' Vegas costumes. Shiny!

Floor to ceiling awards. And this is just a small piece of the pie. He was very accomplished.

So, after Graceland we headed to Nashville. We are currently staying at the nicest Day’s Inn. Or at least it’s the nicest we’ve seen! Seven floors and an exercise room! We’re living the life of luxury. We had dinner at Kayne Prime, which was a splurge, and one of the best dinners we’ve had this trip! Now I’m going to head into a food coma, before we head off to Kentucky tomorrow. Yum yum!

Oh yeah, the license plate game! It’s much slower going on the return trip. We haven’t progressed nearly as far. Got a bunch in Graceland today, but I haven’t updated it. Here’s the map so far, and the notes.

License plate game, after 4 days on the return trip. We had it pretty much completed on the way to Crested Butte by this point.

License plate notes. Any same-day doubles?

From Mice to Volcanoes to Rodeos

View from the car leaving Colorado, before I took a nap.

As I mentioned before, we head out of Crested Butte on a beautiful day. I, however, was exhausted, because stupid sisterpants has a cough that she can sleep through, but I can’t. I was up half the night, and nothing I did would shut her up. So, I took a nice little nap as mom drove the treacherous roads over the continental divide.

We ended up heading south, to New Mexico, and stayed in the Town of Raton. They happened to have a great information center, complete with a self-guided walking tour of the downtown historic district. I jumped at the chance to stretch my legs after the long drive.

El Raton. The Mouse, in Spanish.

The tour was only a few blocks. The town is pretty dead today, but it was neat imagining how it was back when it was a major stop for trains because of mining and it’s location near a major mountain pass. Originally it was a raucous place, with saloons, hotels, and debauchery. Today it’s a quiet place, with dust and heat and empty storefronts.

Marchiondo Building. Originally a dry goods, grocery, and liquor store.

From Raton we headed out early towards Oklahoma, by way of Texas (got to keep the state count up!). On our way we saw the Capulin Volcano. That’s right, a volcano in New Mexico. Hasn’t erupted in the last 60,000 years though, so we figured it’d be safe to visit. We headed over and just had to pay $5 to drive up (no walking trails…and I don’t think mom would have walked up anyway).

Entrance to The Capulin Volcano, in New Mexico.

So, as I said, we drove up to the top where they had some informative rangers. One gave a talk about the pyroclastic debris that gets shot out of the volcano. He said it’s a strata volcano, and showed us examples of the bombs it shot out. I took a picture (with my sunglasses for scale) of the various bombs. Mom and I also walked down into the crater, and took a picture of where the vent is, and a lot of the debris. Then we walked up and started around the rim. Mom made it about a quarter, and I turned back after about a third because I thought she was waiting for me. Turns out I could have gone all the way around! Oh well, next time. The view from the top was breathtaking, and it was about the same altitude as Crested Butte, and since I am still somewhat acclimated, the hike wasn’t too strenuous (it was steeper than most of the walks we did in Crested Butte).

Some pyroclastic debris. From left: bread loaf bomb, football/pig skin bomb, cow dung/cow flop bomb.

View of New Mexico into Colorado from the top of the Volcano.

I think this is a view from the parking area across to the other side. The darker stones in the middle are actually where the vent would be.

Here's me and the volcano! It's from the rim looking across/down at the volcano. The dark area to the right of my shoulder is down in the crater.

Capulin Volcano from drive to the base. Capulin, New Mexico. You can see the road we drove up it.

We ate lunch at Hodies Bar-B-Q in Dalhart, Texas. I had one of the best sandwiches I’ve ever had. It was smoked pork loin, and it was melt-in-your-mouth tender. Served on a seedless hamburger roll that was perfectly toasted, with bbq sauce. Don’t know why, but the combo was perfect, and it was heavenly. Left the camera in the car though, so no pictures to make you drool (at least those omnivores out there).

From Texas we headed towards Oklahoma. We realized that we weren’t going to make it to Tulsa at a reasonable hour, so we changed our plans and headed towards Woodward, Oklahoma. What’s so special about Woodward? Well, they are fast becoming one of Oklahoma’s most sustainable cities, powering the majority of their grid with wind turbines. We saw one of the blades while refilling our water at a gas station.

Wind turbine blade. They are HUGE!

Once we got into town we searched out our favorite motel: the Super 8! While on the hunt my mom spied a sign for the local rodeo, and (just our luck!), it was in town while we are here! We rented our room and immediately set out to find the rodeo, just to see what it was about. We got to the grounds about 6:15 and I sent mom to do a little recon. She came back with 2 free tickets, and the information that they were currently serving free hamburgers to ticket holders! I guess one of the sheriffs had extra tickets, and just handed them over when she asked how much a ticket was, and where to buy them! Lucky us!

We headed back to the motel to freshen up and unpack the car, and then got back in the car to get our free hamburger dinner. It was deeeelish, like any free grilled hamburger and bag of chips can be! I got a beer and mom got a water and we headed for the stands. Although I am a bit torn about the whole idea of a rodeo (much as I am about zoos), because of the whole issue of using animals purely for entertainment, it was quite a pleasant experience. A guy parachuted right into the ring as some girl was singing America the Beautiful to start the night off. Then they had the kids run to the ring to wrangle some calves, and after that they brought in a herd of longhorns while they sang the National Anthem. As cheesy as it was, it was also kind of moving. Really brought out the patriotism in the audience. Mom felt at home with all the republicans.

Huge American Flag as you walk into the fairground. Look at the truck below for scale.

Parachuting into the ring.There were Boy Scouts to catch the flag before it hit the ground, and to fold it properly.

Longhorns for The National Anthem. Unfortunately my camera doesn't capture the awesomeness of it. Check out the video I linked for a better idea.

The first event was little kids trying to ride sheep. It was really cute. Other events, that I can remember, were: bareback bronco riding, saddle bronco riding, calf wrestling, calf roping, team calf roping, barrel racing, and bull riding. My favorites were barrel racing and bull riding. Despite the fact that for the bull riding a lot of the energy was kind of like nascar racing (people waiting for an accident). The one ride I videoed actually was probably the roughest one of the night. Here’s a video of the longhorns before the anthem, and here’s a video of someone taking down a calf, and here’s the one of the bull ride on the feisty bull. The bull dumps the rider, hits one clown in a barrel, and then another one on foot. It’s crazy and scary what these animals can do. As usual, camera quality isn’t great. Some of the pictures I had to zoom in rather far as well, so they look blurry.

A cowboy wrestling a calf down.

Cowboy bringing down a calf (left side of picture).

Cowboy on bucking bronco. Poor broncos. They tie a strap around their flanks to agitate them into bucking (that's the part I don't like). The bulls get it around their testicles.

So, that about wraps up our adventure day. I’ve been wanting to get a cowboy hat and boots all day, but I think I’ll refrain. Although I do want to figure out how it is they can walk around in jeans, boots, long sleeve shirts, and a hat in this sweltering heat! Teach me how to survive back in the NYC in August!

Crested Butte: Wildflower Capital of Colorado…and Other Stuff

Welcome to Crested Butte, Colorado

So, we’ve finally arrived at our westernmost-destination, and it’s been great to stretch our legs and get out of the car for the past few days!

Sarah showed us the town boulder and one of the nearby parks when we arrived. The town boulder is an artificial boulder, created as a way for people to practice bouldering, one of the typical activities in this town. The goal is to make it around the whole thing without falling.

Sarah on the boulder.

The next day we took two walks, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, to check out the wildflowers. Crested Butte is the wildflower capital of Colorado, and it did not disappoint. I won’t bore you with too many flowers, but here are a couple of pictures.

Prairie Smoke

Blue flowers. Don't know what they're called.

Sarah and I on the morning walk. Crested Butte Mountain in the background.

We have been doing a bunch of things. Sarah wanted to take me rock climbing, but that didn’t happen, so instead we went horseback riding! It was an adventure, and made me miss riding very much, even if we were just trail riding western-style on auto-pilot horses.

Sarah and I on our horses, on top of Cougar *something*. I wasn't paying attention so I don't remember the whole name.

Sarah's horse navigating some rocks in the trail.

After riding I went to watch her play softball. They won, 18-9.

Sarah in uniform. Her team name: The Whetstoners.

One delay that I didn’t expect was a little traffic jam. What happened? An accident? nope. Moving the cattle to the high country. We got to drive right next to a whole herd of cattle.

Moooooove over, cows!

For dinner one night we went to the best restaurant in Crested Butte: Soupcon. Some of the best food I’ve ever had. I had filet mignon and pommes frites with a stuffed portabella. Sisterpants had elk, mom had veal, and Joanie (mom’s friend, she’s so popular) had halibut. We shared the crème brule for dessert. Yum yum!

Soupcon, fine dining in Crested Butte.

As for the license plate game, we’re starting from square one on our return trip. We managed to find every state, except for Rhode Island. Those sneaky drivers. Didn’t see Washington, D.C. either, but I’m not as concerned with that one. It’s not an autonomous state, after all. We found Alaska and Hawaii both in Kansas, at rest stops. Those were very exciting times.

Final day of the license plate game! Almost completed the map!

Now I’m sitting in my sister’s workplace (The Sunflower Deli), enjoying an amazing breakfast sandwich and getting ready to hit the road again. I’m excited to hit up some horse country in Kentucky, and am going to try to do some fossil hunting along the way as well (nerd alert). I’m definitely going to miss these views though!

Crested Butte and reflection in Peanut Lake

Can't beat the weather!

We’re not in Kansas Anymore…We’re in Colorado!

Final destination is getting close!

We left a hot and steamy Kansas and continued our westward journey. We decided to wait for lunch until we got to Colorado, and ended up eating at the first town that looked like it had some restaurant potential (road food let us down, nothing in our vicinity). We pulled off the road in Burlington, Colorado, and it met all our expectations! Driving through town we were a little apprehensive, but I saw like 4 signs for the ‘Kit Carson Carousel‘. Figuring that if there is a sign on every corner, it must be worth a gander, I was determined to find it. No disappointment! It was  a really cool, old Philadelphia made carousel, and rides were only 25 cents! Although we didn’t ride on it…next time, I guess.

Pretty pony.

And they're neck and neck! And terrified!!

After showing Daphne some of the pictures she reminded me of the Improv Everywhere carousel horse race, which you should watch if you haven’t seen it.

There was also some kind of summer festival in Burlington, Colorado, and we saw tons of old-timey cars out and a country western band. We strolled along the street and checked them out, then headed over to the food trucks. Mom got tacos and I had a bierock. I got it because I wasn’t sure what it was. Basically, it’s a pastry with meat inside. I had sausage and onions, based on the opinion of the other guy waiting in line.

Food trucks in Burlington, Colorado.

My bierock. Looks like something you can get on a train or ferry. It was ok.

We continued on to Denver and hung out with Daphne for a little while. She took us to a Vietnamese restaurant (Pho on 6th) for our first taste of Pho, which was amazing. Next morning she took us to Snooze, an awesome breakfast joint. I had homemade corned beef hash (not from the can!) and a red velvet pancake. They were both delicious, and left me nice and overstuffed for our drive to Crested Butte. Mom had some variation on eggs benedict, and so did Daphne.

My red velvet pancake at Snooze in Denver, Colorado.

We hit the road after saying ta-ta to Daphne and Denver, and headed straight for Blackhawk and Central City, because my aunt and uncle used to live there, or near there. These areas have been taken over by casinos, so they are quite bustling. We worked hard to avoid the siren call of the slot machines and proceeded on our way.

Um, all my pictures of the casinos turned out bad. So here's the proof! We were there!

My poor little Yaris was not having fun on the Colorado roads. Lots of mountains and not so much horsepower makes for a sad car. I ended up driving most of this section of highway in 3rd gear, just so I wasn’t decelerating. For all you who don’t drive cars with a stick shift, that is pretty unusual for highway driving.

View from the scenic vista off route 70 a little south of Denver, Colorado.

We got off the highway and took smaller roads, which was really breathtaking. We stopped in Carbondale for lunch because that’s where my mom’s childhood friend went to high school. Amazing views of some of the red rocks, and one of the best diners I’ve ever eaten at too!

View from Carbondale, Colorado.

Townie (they're called that because you ride them around town), complete with wheelbarrow. Outside the diner in Carbondale, Colorado.

After Carbondale we drove for a while, looping around mountains, and headed for the Kebler Pass into Crested Butte. It cut off a hunk of our trip, and we got to test the Yaris on dirt mountain roads! It’s about as close to off-roading that car is going to get. Saw tons of Aspens, 2 deer, 3 sheep, and a bunch of horses and cows. All in all, a nice trip!

Aspens on the Kebler Pass into Crested Butte, Colorado.

Finally arrived to see sissypants in Crested Butte, and have been exercising our road food off for the past 3 days. I’ll write more about that next time. Now it’s time to hide my nose in some school books, before I head out on an afternoon hike.

Hot in Herrrr

St. Louis Arch, MO

So, we’ve been on the road a lot the past few days. I even have the taxi-driver sunburn to prove it: the left side of me is lobster red, the right side is winter-pale. Awesome (no pictures, please).

We left wherever we were last time I wrote, and headed westward. Ended up getting lunch at this place called MCL Cafeteria, in Richmond, IN. My mom read the description from her book, which said it had great fried chicken and jello salad. Needless to say, we were both a bit apprehensive, but it turned out to be a delicious meal! You basically go down a serving line where little old ladies ask you what you want and fill up your plates! I had salad, vinegar slaw, a fried chicken drumstick, mac ‘n cheese, and broccoli, with a lemonade chaser. It was deeeelish.

MCL Cafeteria, Richmond, IN. Next door to the shopping mall.

Our lunches. Still on our cafeteria trays.

We continued on from there, driving across Illinois and heading for St. Louis. We stayed just outside the city at the Super 8 Motel. It was at least 8 times better than America’s Best Value Inn. Because we drove through the time change we had an extra hour to explore St. Louis. What did we do? Went directly to the Arch, obviously!

St. Louis Arch, from the north side.

We took the tram up to the top, because, duh, we’re tourists. I was surprised Mom made the trip, since she’s afraid of heights (couldn’t stay up in the spires in La Sagrada Familia, in Barcelona), but she seemed to enjoy herself in the Arch. We were up 630 feet, and had great views of the city and the Mississippi River.

How high are you? This high!

View of the river from the top. Bad camera + thick windows = poor quality photo.

We had dinner at this awesome Italian place: Charlie Gitto’s On the Hill. It was too fancy to take pictures in there, so you’re safe from more food shots (for now). I went running the next morning around the office park before I ate my leftover veal parmesan and tiramisu for breakfast. That makes it ok, right? I did happen to take some decent pictures around the motel, despite it being a concrete jungle of Walmart, office parks, motels, and fast food restaurants.

Water. Office parks in background.

Corn (with my shadow)

More corn! It's everywhere!

We headed out and stopped in Kansas City (probably on the Missouri side, didn’t realize it spanned two states) for an amazing BBQ lunch. I’m not the biggest fan of BBQ, but I’ve seen enough specials on the Food Network, so that I know if you’re in Kansas City for one meal, you should try some BBQ brisket. We went to L C’s Bar-B-Q, and shared a ‘Burnt Ends’ sandwich. It’s like the crunchy, juicy, tender ends of a brisket, doused in sauce, and put in between two slices of white bread. Indescribably good. Seriously, the winner of the trip so far.

The LC obviously stands for 'Liz Chesebrough'

Lunch today, breakfast tomorrow. Also shown is my 1/2 lb of sliced brisket. Yes, all I had to eat for lunch was meat. Ignore the brisket, it looks gross. Sandwich was the best.

Drove from Kansas City to Salina, KS, where I am currently writing this post. Not much to do here, but somehow the Econolodge was sold out. We’re staying at a Quality Inn, which isn’t too bad. No fridge though. Our leftovers are hovering over the ice bucket. Heading off tomorrow for Denver to see Daphne, a college friend. Then we reach our westernmost destination of Crested Butte on Sunday! So close! Nelly had it right when he said it was getting hot in herrrr. Looking forward to a little respite from the heat (107 today, hopefully cooler up in those mountains). Did some walking around Salina despite the heat.

Dog statue in Salina, KS.

Basket of goodies in another statue, Salina, KS. Note the apples, cigarettes, and candy bars.

Sunset outside our motel in Salina, KS.

As for the license plate game we start fresh every day (otherwise it would get too boring. We’ve gotten further, but there are still some elusive states with people who never travel. Rhode Islanders? Hello? Where are you??!!

State license plates we've seen on the road. Blue was from the 13th, pink from the 14th, green from today, the 15th. Still missing 4 (+Washington D.C.) from the continent, and AK and HI.

Notes for license plates. Still can't help write them AND check them off. See if you can count all the errors I make! Hint: No duh!