Traveling Fool

I have decided that enjoy traveling. I guess it's a good thing considering.

Sunday afternoon we began receiving calls that my nephew was being born, over three weeks ahead of schedule! Luckily, he arrived with no complications, just a healthy baby boy. Mom (Nana) and I (Aunt Kk) jumped into the car within about two hours of hearing the news and began the long journey to Denver, Colorado.

Momma and I are great traveling companions. We like similar music, chat up a storm, and have similar driving styles so we don't drive each other crazy. We took turns driving every 2 1/2 to 3 hours so we were always fresh and driving safely.

As we were leaving Dallas headed towards Oklahoma City, a storm decided to honor us with it's presence and dropped some rain, blew fierce wind, and even gave s a few hailstones. We decided it was time to pull over for a while. Sitting under a gas station, we watched the rain, the hail (which never got any bigger than a peanut), and the changing winds and were soon back on the road.

Driving through Oklahoma, Kansas, and Colorado we began to notice something. Every small town (and larger ones too) have their own museum of some sort and had signs placed along the interstate begging travelers to stop by or else we'd miss "the largest prairie dog in the world". Some places were as simple as "so and so's" childhood home but one of my favorites was the Land of Oz. We never actually stopped, maybe on the drive home.

In Kansas we began seeing signs for "Post Rock Country". Momma and I kept wondering what post rock was and finally decided it must be a landmark like the chimney rock. Then we saw fences with rocks as their posts. Oh! That's a post rock!  A light beige in color and always shaped in perfect squared posts. It was fascinating seeing all the fences made with this rock, even houses and grain silos made from it as well.