HOMEWARD BOUND

WFS charted a route home to avoid interstate travel, my preference. One cannot fully appreciate the great landscape of America nor the hidden corners at 80 miles an hour on a four lane highway... I always WANT to drift along, but sometimes my driver insists on a speedier avenue... Yesterday, we opted for one last day of meandering. 'Twas a good decision. We headed east on the Santa Fe trail, leading us to the Kiowa National Grasslands. Miles and miles of golden landscape. We had a roadside picnic and drove into the OK-LA-HOMA panhandle......straight into outlaw country. The lone highway led us into western Kansas, home of the Dalton Gang hideout.... Seemed like a good place to hole up for the night. We found the Meade State Park, a fairly obvious locale, but since few campers were about, we set up near the lake, in a clump of trees, behind some large logs in a faraway corner.... Great cover.
An ideal spot for desperadoes. We set up camp and headed out for a walk through the purple waves of grain. After our walk, we kindled a fire. In Santa Fe I found some fresh made tamales and roasted green chiles, I wrapped the tamales in foil and laid them by the fire. Half hour later, we feasted on tamales and chiles. And I do mean feasted. We finished our dinner with fresh fruit, a balancing act to the chiles... We kicked back by the fire as any good cowpoke would do...
As night fell, we watched the stars fill the sky and then, we decided to hit the sack.
Today we are going to see the world's largest hand dug well. Another amazing find on the blue highways...
Don't you wish you were here? We do!