A week that seemingly began under adverse terms had been filled with signs of
hope on numerous occasions. We were fortunate enough to have witnessed
about six rainbows, which was about six more than we had seen in the previous
six months. One last showing of hope glowed brilliantly on the morning
of our departure, doubling and tripling as we watched in awe.
There is still very little to note beyond that point. Lamar offers quite a bit, though the side trip to the museum had consumed any extra time we might have had available. Time-traveling east into future Kansas, we once again realized how beautifully wide-open it is in this part of the country.
Ness City made an appearance sooner rather than later. Storms were brewing all around, apparently forming in our rearview mirror without notice. Our final destination for the day lay just four miles further east. Thinking it best to wander those dirt roads in appreciation of daylight, prior to seeking sustenance, we did not linger for long. Sunset was only 20 minutes away.
The Grain Bin Inn turned out much easier to locate, and on much better maintained dirt roads, than had assumed. There were concerns about coming rain turning the situation to quagmire, but hunger drove us back into town, after we dumped everything inside. The Cactus Club offered up a fitting meal to end the day, sending us back to our grain bin without assault from the weather. Safe and snug inside, we enjoyed good quarters and comfortable evening, while the cattle suffered the downpour, we only heard through the tin roof.
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