Friday evening of our road trip found us in Gunnison, where a motel room had been reserved. I didn't see any "no vacancy" signs lit up in town. We had seen lots of mountain scenery on the way there. We asked a local about reasonably-priced places to eat in town and got this reply: "I don't know much about that, I'm too cheap to eat out." Then she suggested the Old Miner Steakhouse because it had a salad bar. Which, by the way, is what I had.
We ate one meal at a restaurant each day of our trip, but none the meals were brag-worthy. I think I'm getting picky in my old age.
It was in Gunnison that I realized we were getting further from home with ever mile traveled, and we really needed to be heading back. There was a highly-rated museum down the road from our motel that I suggested we see next morning. I was sure it opened at 8 AM, and we'd get on the road toward home after we did that. However, the next morning we loaded up by 8 AM and headed out, pulled up at the museum, and found I had mis-read the sign: It opened at 9. We didn't wait.
In the car once again, we were following the same road east that we had traveled coming west. However, because of the scenery, I didn't find it tedious. Cliff couldn't believe my next planned stop was at the Colorado State Fair, but he kept most of his thoughts to himself. I assured him it would be a brief stop. We didn't attend our own State Fair this year, and I haven't had a nice, greasy corn dog in ages, so this was my chance to get one. I was also curious to see what their fair was like. I've only been to three other state fairs: Missouri, Iowa, and Virginia. Yes, Virginia. I have friends who live there, thanks to the Internet.
The Iowa State Fair is my favorite of the ones I've visited, but of course my childhood memories would influence that opinion. My parents and I camped out there on three or four occasions. I loved it!
That was how we spent that day of making our way toward home. It looked like we'd be able to route our trip through McPherson, Kansas, and pay my sister a visit. But first, we needed to find a motel somewhere, because McPherson was too far for Cliff to drive after the day we'd had.
I'll tell you about Scott City, Kansas in my next entry. Here's a hint: Speed trap!