Early Saturday morning, driving through a windless Kansas. Millet fields and hawks baking in the sun. Antelope and meadowlarks. Fort this and Fort that. Pawnee and Cheyenne. The landscape has changed to rolling valleys.
Smoky Hill River, flocks of small birds, pheasants and oil wells. Lots of road kill opossums. A brief drive through the Kansas Wetlands and Cheyenne Bottoms where flocks of geese are heavily pursued by hunters with flat bottom boats covered in cattails. Sloppy wet fields that should be wetlands quickly encroach on both ends. Climbing higher we encounter miles of wind farms.
Until we come to Liberal Kansas our night time destination. A flat open treeless expanse of gravel but as another camper said the best of the campsites in Nowhere. It has all the amenities is clean, neat and not too pricey. It even has a goldfish pond sorta.
Goldfish pond
Kirk wants to get one
As the afternoon wanes the RVs fill in our campground, happy to be off the road as well.
515 Km.
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