The trip is from Natchez Trace, Tennessee, to Dodge City, Kansas, by way of Tucson, Arizona.
Dodge City, Kansas
The next morning we continued east on Hwy. 64, which took us quickly down out of the mountains. Very quickly, it was more like plummeting. A lot of fun.
We followed a creek down, seeing cascade after cascade. Another great drive.
Much too soon, we were back on flat land. We stopped at Cimarron to see the historic St. James Hotel. It seems like every colorful figure from the old west you could think of had stayed here. It was another place that proudly displayed every bullet hole inside their walls.
We drove east on Hwy. 412, where we saw a herd of elk.
They raced us for nearly a mile. Of course I drove slow enough they could keep up and got a good movie of them running. We continued east to Interstate 25, which we took south to the next exit at Springer. There we were back on Hwy. 412 heading northeast to Boise City. Where we got on Hwy. 56 and headed northeast out of New Mexico into Oklahoma. I didn’t see much of Oklahoma. The fog was so dense I couldn’t see beyond the shoulder of the road. The going was very slow because of the reduced visibility. It was so wearying we pulled over at a rest area for a relaxing lunch. That was strange, sitting in the fog barely able to see vehicles passing by on the road. That was the only time I’ve been in the state, and to this day I couldn’t tell you what Oklahoma looks like. We continued northeast on 56 out of Oklahoma into Kansas, where we lost the fog. What I remember of this part of Kansas, with Hwy. 56 following a rail line, is humongous silos and huge feed lots jammed with cattle, and windmills. Kansas has really committed to wind power, you see thousands of wind turbines across the state.
We arrived in Dodge City late, so we went directly to a campground. We planned to stay the night, see the historic part of town the next day, then continue on. But Mother Nature had other plans. That night and all the next day we were inundated with rain. The campground was flooded. My wife made a footbridge out of the large orange plastic blocks that we use to level the motor home so we could venture out.
So we stayed an extra day to see Dodge City.
Doc Holiday is waiting for someone to play poker with.
This was the actual jail.
Boot Hill. Note the toes sticking up out of the ground. Those are there for decorative purposes, but the graves are real.
A saloon and music hall.
There were a lot of saloons.
There were other places besides saloons. This looked like a combination barber shop and dentist office.
Also there were churches.
The old town looked good.
Dodge City was the last stop on our road trip. The next morning we weren’t sure we could pull out of the flooded campground. But we did, with no difficulty. Our camp site looked like a swamp, but it had a solid foundation beneath it. So we drove northeast on Hwy, 56 to Hwy. 183, which we took due north to I-70. From there it was a dash home. We headed east on I-70 out of Kansas into Missouri, then across the state nearly to the Illinois line. We stopped for the night at a small campground next to the interstate, then the next morning we continued east on I-70 out of Missouri through Illinois into Indiana to Indianapolis. Indiana has the worst roads of any state I’ve traveled through. They will beat you and your vehicle to pieces. At Indianapolis we turned southeast on I-74 out of Indiana into Ohio and back home to Cincinnati.
We had been on the road for 2 months. It’s always a relief to get back home after a long trip. This took place in the spring of 2017. In the fall of that year we embarked on another 2-month trip. I’ll begin posting about it sometime next year.
Next trip is from New River Wilderness Area, West Virginia, to Stinking Creek, Tennessee, by way of Long Key, Florida