I did some typing on this day, and somehow, it got erased! SO, today is really day 25, but I’m pretending it’s yesterday. We got up at 6:00 am and left for Pittsburg, Kansas, where we were staying with Suzy and Frank Butorac, our dear friends from Venice Beach, California who up and moved to Kansas last year. After twenty-some years of renting, they were looking to buy, but the cost of something in L.A. was out of sight. They ended up buying a house out here in Pittsburg, Kansas, and we were about to find out why.
The route 400 was crazy! It’s a two-lane road with cars and trucks passing each other like dare devils. It was NOT relaxing! I longed for that Muzac van we saw on the Monarch Pass in Colorado. There was ice and snow everywhere, but at least the road was somewhat dry.
Frank suddenly pulled off on one of the icy side roads. Why can’t guys just “hold it” like women can? Women are so efficient, while guys need either that breathtaking view, or some sort of adventure to mark their spot. I warned Frank that a pickup was coming up right beside us, and he said, “don’t worry, he’s a guy. He’ll understand.” Being satisfied that by melting some of that ice he helped to improve road conditions, we pulled back out and on our way. It was snowing sideways now.
We made it to Suzy and Frank’s house and collapsed. That’s about all I wrote yesterday.
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