On Friday evening, we told the young fellow who came to collect our "rent" of our plan to go to Avoka the next morning, and he told us about a man in a nearby town who had a museum of old implements and other old-timey stuff; this museum was "by appointment only", so Cliff wrote down the phone number.
After the big cleanup I had to do Saturday morning (see preceding entry), I made some pretty decent-tasting coffee on the Coleman stove. Our plan was to have cereal with banana for breakfast the mornings we were gone, but it was at this point I realized I had neglected to put the milk in the cooler. There was bread and peanut butter, so we wouldn't have starved; but we decided to find something breakfast-like to eat in Avoka, the town where Farmall-Land was located. I was actually hoping for a McDonald's, because they have those cheap breakfast burritos. One thing for sure, the village of Lewis next to the park where we were camping had absolutely nothing to eat.
We both availed ourselves of the showers, then broke up camp. One lesson we learned that first day is this: Break up camp first and load everything, then shower; otherwise, the heat and activity will have you so sweaty you may as well not have taken a shower at all. That's how we did it the next morning, and it worked well.
A perennial problem we've had with camping is what to do with wet towels and clothing. Now, if you're staying at the same spot for awhile, you can string up clotheslines. But if you are going to fold up the tent and leave right after breakfast, there is no way to get that stuff dry. We draped our towels and washcloths over stuff in the back seat, but that just created a lot more disorder than we already had. I don't think there is a solution for this, though; we'll just have to live with it.
Not far up the road, we started seeing what Cliff said were "wind farms".
There were so many of these, covering so many miles, that it was mind-boggling to us.
Arriving in Avoka, we were getting pretty hungry and not finding any desirable place to eat, so we stopped at a bustling convenience store and paid far too much for a breakfast sandwich that wasn't all that great.
And then, we went to Farmall-Land.
We had arrived at our destination!
I've been enjoying your tale about your trip to Farm-all land!
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful travel log you've done. I have enjoyed your adventures. We have wind farms popping up all over the place here. My hubby and I went exploring them. I have some neat pictures I might post one of these days.
ReplyDeleteWas there milk and honey in Farmall Land? That way you could be sure it was heaven!
ReplyDeleteSounds like you all had a great time even though you had some inconveniences.
ReplyDeleteDonna, I too am married to an ole tractor man.
ReplyDeleteYay! Cliff looks like a happy man!
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