Too late getting to this. Denver to Dodge city reminds us that west is best. The air in Dodge City is heavy, and heavy as in burdensome. I’m in my tent, fighting bugs and humidity, two bad things that when together are awful.
Finghin is faring a bit better, living the dream. He has such a great attitude about most things and is a great traveling companion, so there’s that and it’s a lot.
Tomorrow, Kansas City!
Images below.
In the middle of the middle of nowhere, we are stopped, 2nd in line with no 3rd, for roadwork and if you zoom into the forever distance there are no other cars in sight The converging lines are everywhere – NO FREAKING MOUNTAINS TO STOP THEM!!!
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