WCoast & Central USA

     Leaving? In wait for a new beginning? Somehow they seem to mean the same thing!

Starting out grandly in search of new things to experience, and gas prices, *S*. Hmmm, perhaps they will go down? Off before noon, on schedule; as I usually run a bit behind. As I round, "Salina, KS", the half-point-turn to my first destination, Denver, I am oddly struck with the notion about 20 miles later that during the turn I was supposed to also conduct purchase of needed fuel. With nervousness closing in I find my needs filled in a little town, "Bunker Hill", about 45 mi. along westward. Taking time to "spill & fill", I search the assorted teas for "wake-up juice", after first inquiring of any nearby campsites for my first upcoming camp experience. As I return with the needed elixers, I am kindly informed that a change has occured and indeed we may have located possible information as to the whereabouts of a possible sleep in my direction behind an AmeriSuites in the next town upcoming called "Russell", of only some 7 mi. away. In leaving with great thank-yous abounding, I accelerate to merge with a Truck light-years behind me only to find my uneeded haste eludes me to completely read the first upcoming and possibly only "needed" billboard that displays something about Triple-J and camping, that seems to be in my future. As I quickly pass it I ponder if I should return, only to pass it off as "It just has to be the same as the previous friendly-folk mutterings I was just so blessed to receive"! In finding my way through the now-dark; the sweet town of Russell indeed finds me behind it's quite prestigeous AmeriSuites only to find a "Pay $12 here anytime" registration envelope within a wonderful little electric-included "Triple-J" RVPark as I choose a little site, set-up my Tent-Cot for the first time, and start drifting off to the first fragrant tune of the awaited droning crickets. Apparently "Jiminy Cricket" has left me a message that I try to interpret as I drift off.

Morning finds me a-dither with seeming success as restful sleep ends and visions of a sweet shower in mind begins. The night was first warm only to way-cool for a perfect morn. Shower area was so vacant, it almost seemed lonely, but a blessing for sure. My exit found me so excited I forgot to secure presence of my new "perfect" tent, the Tent-Cot, with a picture for proof, before I had wistfully stowed it away. As I got over my neglect with a soothing breakfast at a nearby clean table, I shot what I could with digital film of a bit of the freeway I would soon be on through the space of where the tent-of-magic once stood. I have to make it to my sister's soon in Denver so only one more shot on the way out and giving great thanks to a wonderful owner-lady on the way, I turn at the gate to snap a quicky of the sign that hosted the same name that was on the illusive Billboard the night previous, "Triple-J" Campground, a place I will hold fond in memory for some time I expect!