Toto, I think we're in Kansas

   What a trip the Gypsy and I are having. We have seen and experienced so much. Every where we go its friends and more friends. Some we have never known and some it seems as thought we have known for a life time. The stop now is Wichita, great friends here. Of course there's Joe and Shirley, great friends that it seems as though we have known for a life time. Then there is Scott and Candice who are pastors here in Wichita. Haven't seen them in many a year but will get a chance to visit them on Sunday at there church. This is the last planned stop of the big tour. Sunday afternoon we will lite up the Starship, head north till we reach Hwy. 80, turn left and head for Utah, but before I get ahead of myself let me explain how we got to Kansas. So, if you look at the intro to this Blog site you will notice we planned on seeing the back country or flyover country as some would say, you know the back roads of this nation where real America lives. The one that provides for us, not takes from us. Got to tell you, some of those so called back roads we're never designed for an amature driver with a overly wide motorhome towing a backup shuttle module. (small car). To start off with Hwy. 60 through Missouri and Kansas is beautiful, or so says the Gypsy. I couldn't tell you to much about it cause I had a death grip on the steering wheel, especially when I would meet up with a big rig coming straight at me. No doubt it was driven by a professional cause he never slowed down and didn't take any part of my side of the road. Me, "don't talk to me Gypsy, I'm focused on this narrow strip of black pavement that looks just a little too narrow." You would think, what's the problem, so you get on the shoulder a little. Let me tell you about shoulders and rural roads in Missouri and Kansas. There ain't one, you get a small white line, emphases on small. Too add to all this, there has been more rain in this part of the country than normal. We crossed the Mississippi river on one of the longest narrowest bridges I have ever been on and where the river use to be, well, the river is no where near its intended banks. Flooding is just not an accurate word to describe this. Back to this narrow shoulder I was talking about, so, if you cross that skinny white line the next part of earth is a shallow, wide, rain soaked ditch that is the start of someones pasture. Get into that with a full sized motorhome and it will suck you up and toss you on your keister. When ever no one was coming to share the road with I was smack dabb in the middle of the road, that's when I got a chance to look around and see what beautiful country there really is. Being raised in the city you never get a chance to see why this country is so great, it's a whole different world out here, seeing this really makes you think about everything you thought was so important. I try to catch up on the news every evening and all I hear is whinning and wooo is me. Doesn't matter what station you listen to it's all the same except from a different side. Well, I don't want to go down this path right now, maybe later, after a glass of wine or so I may open up a little more, but not now. So, back to Kansas and Missouri, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. There is just no way to really describe the southern states, the people, the landscape, truly a thought changing experience. Ok. Today Joe is taking me to see DOC. Tomorrows blog will tell you more on that. See Ya. Sorry about no pictures, remember the death grip on the steering wheel, I wasn't kidding. Wait, it seems the Gypsy did take a few photos, and here they are.