Day 8 – Salina, Kansas

We got our typical ten o’clock start this morning, and started heading east on I-70 again.  This is a much different Colorado from the one we experienced yesterday; the mountains have been replaced by rolling farm and pastureland, the rivers are gone, and the road is relatively flat and straight.  The only excitement is the return of high, gusty winds that keep Don holding tight to the steering wheel.  At one point, the winds were trying to open the awning over the door, and were partially successful.  We had to stop, and Don got out the duct tape to secure the errant awning to its restraints.  For the most part, though, I wasn’t visually stimulated enough by the scenery (or lack of it) to keep me awake, and I spent most of the day napping.  We had a brief stop in a rest area, where I was able to find a small patch of grass worth rolling in. 

We made it into the Salina KOA about six in the PM, got assigned a very nice site, and made ourselves at home by ordering a pizza from the park office.  When it arrived, Geri and Don were surprised and pleased by the quality of the pizza, and I found the sausage that Don had thoughtfully provided for me excellent.  Geri took me out for a very pleasant walk through the park, and we were both very impressed with it.  Don and I worked on the blog (briefly, as you will notice), we watched a little TV, then hit the hay fairly early. 

I forgot to mention yesterday that Geri and I had the opportunity to meet a lovely Goldie lady by name of Maddy at the Denver KOA during our walk.  She was very sweet and personable, reminding me so much of my friend Savannah, who I socialize with every afternoon at home.  Except that Maddy is a lot, well, bigger than Savannah; she must be a real food hound.  Well, who am I to talk!

Hope to be reporting to you from deepest, darkest Missouri tomorrow; see you then!