Making Miles...

 

When traveling, some days it is about what we get to see and do, and other days it is just about making miles.  Today, we were in making miles mode.

Joan had seen a place to spend a night in Kansas that sounded "interesting."  It isn't a commercial venture, but connected with the city airport.  There's a "disc golf course" (Frisbee).  Instead of a nightly fee, it is by donation, unless you are staying more than a week.  We've run across places like that in our travels, and we like to have a "back up," in case it looks sketchy.  It is along our route.

Rolling west...

 Still some rolling hills an broad-leaf trees.  And look at this...

Windmills on the left side of that image, and you can see that we have a tailwind.  Heading west.  That rarely happens for us.

Rufus laid across my lap much of the drive...

It was 37º when we left this morning, so he made a nice lap warmer.  ;-)

A stop for fuel, a couple of potty stops, and a lunch stop for Rufus.  We made the turn into the airport/campground and looked around.  It is decent: paved sites (a big plus from my perspective) and electric hook-ups.  It will be chilly again tonight, so it will be good to run some electric heat.  Yep, we're calling this "down for the night."  A look around...

Rufus is in the lower right on that photo above.  He was very anxious to get out and walk around.  The grass isn't as nice as the RV park near Des Moines or Hart Ranch, but... it is grass.  And he was ready to get out and stretch his legs.

I saw another cat sitting back aways, but keeping his eye on us...

Back in our flying days, every small airport had a cat.  That may be the case here.  I steered Rufus away from that cat intentionally... he is friendly with people and dogs, but the only time we came across another cat on one of our walks, Rufus was less than cordial.  I know - hard to imaging because he is such a good boy.  When I got back to the coach and told Joan about that other cat, she asked, "Did it look hungry?"  It mostly seemed to be content sitting back, not drawing attention to himself.

I was on the phone making reservations for tomorrow night, when a face appeared at our door.  No, not that other cat.  It was a young man who wanted to know if we had any spare food.  Joan visited with him for a bit while I was on the phone, then came in and got him some food.  No one should have to go hungry.

Settling in, we have no over-the-air TV signal, but an adequate data signal, so we were able to pull up The Weather Channel to see what is happening in Florida with Hurricane Ian.  It is pretty ugly.  This is going to be a major destructive whirly-girl.