Sunflower State of Mind

Hello! It’s me.

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We’re in Western Kansas. A place where virtually nobody is … except us … and the RVers … and the truck drivers. All of us were treated to some “whoppers” today.

A line of storms (spanning Central Texas to Toronto in length) pummeled our route down US-81.

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Not surprisingly, the storms cleaned up the windshield quite nicely.

But I’m speaking out of chronological order. And I shouldn’t do that, because this isn’t an episode of “Lost”, now is it?

Our day started in Eastern Nebraska.

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Those eight flags represented the eight teams who descended upon Omaha for the College World Series. Their campers populated area campgrounds, limiting reservation space in ways Western Kansas could only dream of.

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An hour later, we landed west of Beatrice, home of this …

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Of course, pups weren’t allowed inside … I had to stand outside in sweltering 90 degree heat and 72 degree dew points while Mom and Dad alternated visits inside. Still, it’s better than being separated from both parents, #amirite?

At one point, Mom showed me what one of the homestead homes might have looked like. Pretty comfy quarters.

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The Homestead Act opened up the West to millions of aspiring pioneers. Somewhere around 40% succeeded in establishing a homestead. Those are better odds than the Phoenix Suns winning a basketball game.

Of course, folks were kicked out … gains for some result in losses for others.

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I’ll tell you this much … if somebody decided to take my RV and claim it as their own homestead, they would be a lot of growling, especially if the interloper took my crunchables!

Mom finished off the tour with a quilt exhibition (of all things) at the National Monument.

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Next, we headed to Kansas.

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Kansas might be known as the sunflower state … but it could also be known as New Orleans North.

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Oh, did I tell you that Dad tried to fix his tire problem? He visited a handful of Ford Dealerships looking for lug nuts, only to drive a few hours out-of-the-way to Salina where he was promised that Ford had lug nuts … only to learn that all his lug nuts were intact and a faux lug on the outside of the decorative wheel cover was missing. Three years were shaved off of his life … for nothing. Nothing but a lot of grumpy energy expended over three days. Thanks, Dad.

From Salina, we drove west and found our campground. I wasn’t prepared for the quiz offered by the campground.

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I couldn’t find the “Exurban Dog” sign that aptly describes my lot in life. Oh well.

After meeting fellow campers …

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… and touring the facilities …

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… Mom and Dad ditched me for dinner … they visited this outstanding establishment a few blocks away.

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After an onion ring tour and a pork schnitzel sammie, Dad returned to the rig where I terrorized Dad and Mom for an hour, behaving poorly. That’s when Dad laid down the law … he brought the thunder down with him, in the only way that is known to subdue me.

He used this hand motion.

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When he point his hand in that specific motion directly at me and stares at me and doesn’t break the stare until I break it first, the game is over, the jig is up. I submit.

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And to be honest, it’s better to submit, to put yourself in a Sunflower State of Mind. Being grumpy is hard work, just ask Dad!

 

 

 

 

 

 

6 thoughts on “Sunflower State of Mind

  1. You have braved heat, vexations, thunderous storms and dive bars ….erhhhh restaurants…I think your folks showed courage to go into that roadside food emporium!

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  2. I love seeing the “open road” with no traffic!! Well, it was 86 degrees here in Seattle today and is supposed to be warmer tomorrow. We had 3 fans going on maximum, like a great wind storm, in the family room tonight. Whew!!

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  3. Yo Dash,

    That Nebraska “Pinwheel” has a high likelihood of being done by a person having underlying “Packers” tendencies. Great colors #gopack.
    What a reward having 2 (TWO) opportunities for checking your pee mail. What more could a pup ask for.
    Your Dad was correct though in getting that decorative wheel lug problem taken care of. Wouldn’t want to get pulled over for having exposed “nuts”.

    Pretty soon that “quieting” hand motion will be in your handsome face often as you start asking, “are we there yet”? #homewardbound

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  4. Dash, what’ll be next? faux lug nuts? It’s darn good there wasn’t a faux crunchables thing goin’ down there on the prairie. So, you’re in Kansas now. Lush, green, terrifying storms. Hey, when you looked at those pioneer living accommodations and then at the RV, did you give a little shout out of “THANK YOU” to the pup powers that be to be in the here and now? Looking forward to your road tails.

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  5. Gaffaws re K9Kamp nad lack of exurban dog sign. Love the drama of the sky pics. With the lug nut issue behind you, things should improve, huh! Homestead hut looked out of place and forlorn on the concrete pad… ain’t right, #amirite? Lotsa rain in MN last two days, but lookin better today. We’ll both be on-the-road… me to Elk River to visit a friend from HS… only one I still contact. Hugs and skritches…

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  6. Greetings from Idaho–Glenn’s Ferry-Three Island Crossing State Park. Boy–would you like this park.. Big Beautiful old trees—lawn that is keep up–No belly burn here–squirrels to chase. It is 89 today but breezy. Headed to the Tetons. Take care good buddy. Auntie Janet

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