houston, wounded duck has found a safe haven and is back on the mountain clock, over. Passed into the home time zone just before lunch, finding a fresh pond to clean the feathers in the wee town of horace, kansas. if you can't find it on the map, don't be alarmed... it's one that if you blink, you'll miss it even when traveling at ten miles an hour. the inns in tribune were booked so i shacked up in a hunting lodge of all places with the mount of a four point mule deer peering down on me while i rest my weary bones. the inn keeper is out of town, so for the evening i am on my own with thirty rooms, a stocked kitchen, and a laundry to wash the filthies. have to say the people of kansas are right on top of the list for all around spectacular human beings. from sleeping on stage to wedding reception invitations where the stuart clan (not kitsap) even got up early this morning to send me off with the fan favorite 'happy trails' as i rode off in the early dawn, to a couple whom bought me lunch today... being the king of the hunting castle for a night. what can i say for now? kansas tops the list on hospitality. rolled well today in spite of a breezy head wind, houston.
stand by for today's hard count.
mileage: 75 miles
time in the leather throne: 5:50 (like i said, the conditions were not friendly)
musical send-offs: 1
flys who caught a ride on both me and the nag to take a sip of sweat: lost track at 50
grain elevators that passed by the way side: 23
mosquito bites: 15
new time zones entered: 1 - mountain
tomorrow the duck will be entering the state of colorado and soon after will link up in pueblo to start the trek north. that's it for now, houston. looking to grab another hour of shut-eye - wounded duck out.
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