I mentioned in my previous post that I never tire of looking at corn farms with farmhouses. Heidi suggested that I was a corn farmer in a previous life. Then I remembered that two of my most favorite movies are Signs and Field of Dreams, both of which take place on corn farms for which the protagonist is the farmer of. Perhaps she's onto something. Or, perhaps, I love corn farms because I loved those movies so much. Signs was mainly about Alien Invasion, while Field of Dreams was mainly about Baseball. Hmmm...
As you can see in the picture, there are windmills in Western Kansas. Other than farms, there's nothing else. There was one large batch of windmills that were not moving when we drove by. There were around 30, and none of them were moving. I wondered what the point of having all those windmills were if they all would be turned off.
The "Page Up" key broke on my laptop. I do use it, but it's not used by normal typing, but a one-off. Still, I probably should have bought a tougher laptop for driving across the country with. Oh, well.
I just had a really great prime rib. It was at Oscar's Bar and Grill in Limon, CO. Colorado is definitely more upscale than Kansas. Even so, I encountered one guy with a Kansas accent with a Red Sox cap on. He was complaining about yesterday's game. You know, Hank Steinbrenner says that the Yankees are America's team, and that it's the Yankees swag you see everywhere. But I see Red Sox swag far more often in my travels. When I go to Disney World, Red Sox swag outnumbers Yankees swag better than 2 to 1. I know because I count them. It's a hobby.
I'm having trouble with the mapping site I use, so I don't have the route mapped yet. But it wasn't anything special. We traveled from Bridgeton/St. Louis, MO to Limon, CO on I-70. Ho-hum.
Tomorrow should be a really great day. Almost the entire drive is scenic, and we hope to finish near Zion Canyon National Park.
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