September 30: 250 More Miles

Because I hoped a friend would drive down to visit, I passed on information about the campground. Only, it seems, I had this campground in a town 250 miles to the west. The names are so similar, I’m thinking autocorrect picked one and I didn’t think to check it. I’m thankful I found out last night, and not when I showed up at the wrong campground. Now I will be adding five hours to my drive, which I split between two days that were already longer than I’d like. It will be good to stay in one place for a week.  

I got into Kansas today. Long stretches of corn fields, an occasional huge pasture with cows, a few trees here and there, and signs proclaimed, “No snowplowing 7pm to 5am.” There’s also a couple of fields with a fall crop of (I had to look this up) grain sorghum or milo, which, it seems, has seen its market disappearing.

The sunset last night at a winery was about as intense as they get. Tonight I’m at a farming museum with the first quarter moon shining in my back door and the wind rocking the bus side-to-side. Both nights I’m across from corn fields.

I want to complete a review of the book "Tarot Card Companion: Master the Art of Tarot Reading” by Victoria Maxwell for Pagan Pages and journal a bit more, so it’s merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.