Last night we slept with the windows open all night, and this morning we kept hearing an occasional Thwok! sound. We figured out it was a bird trying to get in our window, but we couldn’t actually see him till we sat down for breakfast. He came right up and sat on our window ledge for probably half a minute or so, having a good look at us as though we were animals in the zoo. We said hello to him and he flew into the tree next to our window.
We left our beautiful RV park this morning and headed south on 75. Auburn, Nebraska was a cute little town:
As was Dawson:
Then we entered Kansas. On this trip, as we’ve been entering a state I have been reading all of the notes in red letters in my atlas. Kansas has some intriguing sounding sites: The World’s Largest Ball of Sisal Twine in Cawker City; The Kansas Barbed Wire Museum in La Crosse; Dalton Gang Hideout in Meade; Walter P Chrysler’s Boyhood Home and Museum in Ellis; Dwight D Eisenhower’s Presidential Library and Museum in Abilene; Geographic Center of the Conterminous US in Lebanon; Pony Express Barn Museum in Marysville; Decatur County Last Indian Raid Museum in Oberlin.
And then I saw something I absolutely had to see: Little House on the Prairie. It was just a couple miles off 75. Mark was agreeable so we went.
The museum is open through October 31st, but unfortunately it’s closed on Mondays. We walked around the grounds and I did my best to take pictures through windows and such. The actual log cabin was so dark inside that I couldn’t get a very good picture, so I took a picture of the picture in the brochure we picked up. Baby Carrie Ingalls was born here.
We also saw this on the ground. I’m wondering if it’s what they call Ugly Fruit?
There was a farm next door with a couple donkeys on it. There was a sign next to the fence that basically said farmers couldn’t be held responsible for injuries their animals caused, so I was going to keep my hands on my side of the fence. However, this gentle creature came over and let me pet him, and he was really good at posing!
From there, it wasn’t far to the border of Oklahoma and our destination for tonight of Bartlesville. Our campsite is along the Caney River on the outskirts of town.