I Can See For Miles

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The Boot Hill museum was OK. The entry fee was modest and there was a replica of the old main street with functiong stores and saloon and some information about how the town became so notorious in the late 1800's.  We had a beer in the saloon and mooched around the exhibits for an hour and can now tick that one off the list.

The next morning I assembled everyone in the car park to deliver the line I have been practicing for weeks......."Right, let's get the hell out of Dodge!". 

Outside of the city centre it seems that Dodge is still heavily involved in the business of receiving young cows from the surrounding ranches and intensively feeding them ready for market.  These feed stations are huge and ugly, with several thousand cows being fed in muddy pens.  The similarities to our Chinese Buffet last night did not escape me!


Kanasas is flat.  To illustrate just how flat it is:  on a typical day we climb 2000-3000 feet over about 70 miles.  Today, over 85 miles, we 'climbed' fewer than 300 feet.  As I said....flat.


We have a new game to while away the miles: as a grain silo hoves into view we have to guess how many miles will pass before we get to it.  This provides endless hours of hilarious fun.....on a long day there might be 3 or 4.  The big news of the day is that we picked up a proper 'push in the back' tailwind.  What should have been a testing 85 miler turned into a 4 hour blast at warp factor 10.

We are now in Great Bend, named after a bend in the Arkansas River.  Tomorrow we have 104 miles to do and it looks like the wind might have decided to crap on us from a great height.  Bugger.

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