Day two (Tuesday, November 26, 2019)

I let my dog write this first paragraph, cuz he’s cute.

It was 5:30am and 33 degrees as the Hillbilly Transport Wagon pulled out of Kearney, Nebraska.  The family was up shortly after 4. That is how long it takes to pack up the hotel room, reload their precarious wagon, and care for the family pet. They are tired, but they are together, and safe. They will drive as far as they can, as quickly as they can, today, hoping to get ahead of the storms coming. Another day, another state, or three. Doggo wants treats.

We started out in light snow today. We were hoping if we left early, we could beat the storms that were coming.

We didn’t get very far.

By the time we got to Sharon Springs, KS, it was snowing pretty hard, and our car was starting to ice up. We stopped at a little gas station for gas and a potty break. There were a couple old farmers there, and, after seeing the Hillbilly Transport Wagon, asked me where we were headed. I told them we were traveling west, toward Colorado, hoping to make it to New Mexico by evening. 

Ok, now, this is why I LOVE farmers (well, this and the fact that they feed me).  These two amazing gentlemen told us straight up, “you’re going the wrong way”. They told us we would never make it, that the storms were going to be too bad, and we needed to go South, not West.  Then, they went to their own trucks, and brought back their own maps (cuz ya know, them gps things aren’t always right), and spent almost 15 minutes with Bryan, explaining the correct route, and showing him on the maps. They told us if we went their way, we would be out of the storms within 30 miles. It only took 24 before we were clear of snow, and the ice started to melt from the car.

Holy crap, Kansas is a long, boring state. But look! Sunshine! Woooooo!

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