Wednesday, February 27…Cold As Ice (Foreigner)


Temperature when we stopped last night in Concordia, MO, was in the lower 40s.  Woke up to a brisk 27o and when leaving I really had to watch my step as the parking lot was covered with a thin sheen of ice.  I did the winter shuffle step across the parking lot in my sandals. Truck windshield was covered not in a sheet of ice but in beads of ice...individual beads of ice.  The running boards were also a slippery step up into the truck.  Certainly a change from yesterday but it’s all part of the adventure, right? 😏

Ice beads, not rain, on the windshield
   I did a forecast check in some cities along our route…looks like a cloudy, cool day but no precipitation expected.  Trinidad, CO, reported freezing fog which sent me on a Google search because freezing fog was a new weather term to me. Is it just another name for sleet?  Accuweather.com reports that Super cooled water droplets remain in the liquid state until they come into contact with a surface upon which they can freeze. As a result, any object the freezing fog comes into contact with will become coated with ice. The same thing happens with freezing rain or drizzle.
Freezing fog…maybe that was the cause of the beads of ice on the windshield this morning.
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   Isla and I started a game a few years ago because she couldn’t believe that I could type without looking at the keyboard. Told her that back in high school typing class we were instructed not to look at the keyboard so typing speed would be maximized.  So she challenged me to close my eyes and type whatever she said. We still do it every so often and I get most of it right but it’s what I get wrong that gives us a good laugh.  And these days she can probably type with her eyes closed better than I can. 😎
   These travel days out to Arizona are all about putting miles behind us.  Not a lot of stopping except for fuel, bathroom breaks or meals.  To pass the time, I sometimes get on the computer and type the journal which is not an easy task in a vehicle moving at 75 mph and subject to imperfect road surfaces and nature’s blustery ways.  Anyway,  I’ve put a twist on our typing game because I look out at the scenery as I type and while it can make for some interesting reading later, I’ve seen a lot of hawks sitting high in the trees as I’m typing. 👍  
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   Because I have the computer out, I’ve also set up the MCC (Mobile Command Center) using my phone as a mobile hotspot.  One thing I can’t use in the tight confines of the cab is the computer mouse.  I tried last year but the mouse fell and on the way to the floor managed to move the cursor around and created a major issue in my word program.  So I’ve been using the touch screen mostly but have had to resort to using the dreaded touch pad a time or two.  I do not like the touch pad and usually keep it disabled, hence I’m not very adept at using it.  But I have hours on the road to figure it out.  (P.S. After a couple of hours of use, I’m still not proficient with the touch pad…I disabled it.😐)
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   The route we’re on isn’t entirely unknown to us…we’ve both been having moments of recognition of places and things we did.  But this is the first time heading west through this area of Kansas. So we’re seeing what we’ve seen before but in reverse and without color.  The landscape is very bleak this time of year.
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   On the road for about an hour this morning before we stopped at a Waffle House.  Kim figured we’d better make the most of the experience before we run out of them.  A lady named Hummingbird was our waitress....and that would have to be my nomination in the game of most unusual names. 😊
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Emporia has a sign outside the city limits proclaiming itself the Founder of Veteran’s Day.  I have to check these things out…it’s what I call Road Trip Trivia. Found this article by Jason English on mentalfloss.com: 
   The reason we celebrate Veterans Day on November 11th dates back to 1918, when an armistice between the Allies and Germany was signed that essentially ended World War I. The first Armistice Day was celebrated the following November 11th.
   There's a shoe salesman from Emporia, Kansas, who probably isn't in many history books, but he deserves at least a paragraph.
   In the early 1950s, a gentleman by the name of Alvin King thought Armistice Day was too limiting. He'd lost family in World War II, and thought all American veterans of all wars should be honored on November 11th. He formed a committee, and in 1953 Emporia, Kansas, celebrated Veterans Day.
   Ed Rees, Emporia's local congressman, loved the idea and took it to Washington. President Eisenhower liked King's idea, too. In 1954, Eisenhower formally changed November 11th to Veterans Day and invited some of Emporia's residents to be there when he signed the bill. King was one of those invited, but there was one problem: he didn't own a nice suit. His veteran friends chipped in and bought him a proper suit and paid his way from Kansas to the White House.
   In 2003, Congress passed a resolution declaring Emporia, Kansas to be the founding city of Veterans Day.
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   Sun came out in the late afternoon but the temperature never got out of the teens.  Drove through periods of minor snow flurries west of Kansas City and encountered a lot of snow in ditches and on fields in the Dodge City region.  The important thing is that the roads were clear all day. Saw another beautiful sunset about 6:30 CST. 
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   Our route across Kansas has been flat with mainly just electrical poles and grain elevators visible all the way to the horizon.  There is the occasional house out in the distance but not many.  Of course there are cities and towns but even those are few and far between.  After driving through miles of flat fields, Kim pops up with “Amazon sure wouldn’t make any money with free delivery service around here, would they?”   No, they would not….




Today's route 


Tuesday, February 26...Like A Rock (Bob Seger)

Spent the night in Franklin, IN….about 90 miles north of Louisville, KY.  When we embark on a road trip of this nature we look for the Mom n Pop type restaurants for a variety of reasons:  Support the little guy…eat where the locals eat…interesting conversation with whoever takes our order or possibly locals sitting nearby (especially if we’re on the motorcycles)…sometimes cheaper, always tastier food...and so on. The one exception we make is Waffle House…if there’s one near our hotel, it’s a good bet that’s as far as we need to go to get a meal.  Sure Waffle House is nationwide but it feels like a down to earth diner where the locals gather, the waitresses are apt to call you Hon, Sugar, or Sweetie in their southern accent and the food is good.  My favorite is a bowl of grits…oh, and hash browns.  Love me some Waffle House hash browns!  This morning’s visit didn’t disappoint except our waiter didn’t call me Hon or Sweetie.😉 While the majority of the music was low key and maybe in the hip hop range, the jukebox eventually played a little ditty about Jack and Diane followed by a Michael Jackson tune that had my feet moving and the lady at the next table and myself talking about doing our own flash mob dance.  Good times at the local Waffle House. 👍 
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   Made a plan to meet Callie and the KY WonderKids in Louisville…actually met them in the parking lot of the Louisville Zoo.  The kids didn’t know that we were meeting up…Callie wisely kept that information to herself.  Therefore the kids were able to enjoy their time at the zoo without wondering where Grampa and Gramma were.  We were waiting just outside the entrance and it was fun watching and listening to them key into the fact that we were there.  The twins ran to greet us and Shelby wasn’t far behind.  After the initial hugs, kisses and greetings it was mentioned that today was somebody’s birthday.  Dylan proudly proclaimed that indeed it was his birthday and when I asked how old he was now, he answered, “I’m four…and a fifty-five.”   Hmmmm…..
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   Hadn’t really discussed our route beyond Louisville so after lunch I turned to Rapunzel for some guidance.  I like to try different routes just to see what’s out there…we decided to head west to lower Colorado (Trinidad) where we’d  head south into New Mexico.  We actually did part of this route in reverse on our Final Four bike trip back in 2015.  Anyway, checked the weather forecast to make sure we weren’t heading into inclement weather and then set our course, which had us heading west on US 64…and back into lower Indiana.  My phone indicated that we’d crossed into Central Time but neither of us realized that we were in Illinois until we saw a memorial sign at a rest area about Illinois POW/MIAs.  And the one thing a traveler should be able to count on for guidance at a rest area is the wall map; however, the wall map at the Skeeter Mountain Rest Area was more humorous than helpful as it had two locations designated as ‘You are here’.  😊
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  Last year I enjoyed finding the painted rocks that someone scattered around the Picacho campground.  That prompted me to try my hand at rock painting.  But what to do?  While I’m creative, I’m not especially artistic so I started simple.  I’ve always been partial to the original Smiley Face so I painted some rocks yellow, put a smiley face on one side and positive words on the other side and left them around for people to find.  I eventually branched into using different colors and painting flowers, cacti, and the occasional Kokopelli figure.  Carried rocks in my car and on my bike to leave around the country in my travels.  My rock painting has morphed into what I call Knowledge Rocks...I painted a letter on one side and then wrote a word starting with that letter and its definition on the other side. My aim is to leave these rocks along the way as we travel west; I left the first one today on a bag of mulch at a gas station in Mt. Vernon, IL.  I have to say that it felt a little odd leaving a member of my tribe behind in a strange place but I took a picture and quickly walked away before it got weird.  Just doing my part to spread a little knowledge as well as having some fun.😎

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   On our way to Louisville on US 65 we crossed the Ohio River and then crossed it again heading west on US 64…we crossed the Wabash River which separates Indiana and Illinois…we crossed the Mississippi River which separates Illinois and Missouri…and we crossed the Missouri River twice just because it was there.  Had supper at a Chinese buffet tonight and my fortune read “You will soon be crossing great waters on a fun vacation”.  Well...all righty then!! 👍
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   The grass is visible and showing signs of green, the sun was an all-day companion until it became a glorious sunset behind the St. Louis skyline and the temperature got into the upper 50s.  Jackets were no longer required while riding in the truck and I put my shoes away in favor of my Keen sandals, although I haven’t given up my socks yet.  The AC was on low most of the afternoon because the sun streaming through the windshield was actually making the truck cab a bit too warm.  Not bragging, just stating some items on today’s gratitude list.


Today's route....about 550 miles