Friday, June 3, 2011

Day 24: Ft. Scott: Where Dreams Come True


The previous night Rob and Tammy had invited us to sleep on their floor instead of in our hot tent and so we woke up around 6 o’clock well rested.  They made us pancakes with fresh strawberries and bacon.  The food was amazing and we were sent on our way with full stomachs and plans to make it to Ft. Scott by the afternoon.  The morning road took us straight on highway 54 and had more Kansas views of corn fields and surprised us once  more with some gently rolling hills.  We ate lunch in Iola at a local park consuming some of the large quantity of food we had been carrying.  Steve finished off most of his generic captain crunch cereal while Lyle and Jody ate peanut butter and honey sandwiches coupled with bananas and oranges.  For the first time ever we actually limited ourselves to a one hour lunch break and were back on the road at one.  The temperature rose to somewhere above 90 but remained bearable with the slight tailwind that boosted us along.  When we got to Ft. Scott we immediately found the visitors center.  It had free cookies… that was all we really needed to know to know that this was going to be a great town.  The woman at the desk was enthralled with our story and told us that her boss had a swimming pool and would love to have us, but we would have to wait to find out if she was ok with it.  Not only were there free cookies, this weekend was the Good Old Days Festival in town and we had stumbled in right at the start of it.  In the end Lindsay her boss had contacted a woman in town named Miss Pat who ran the Lyons Twins Mansions Bed and Breakfast as well as contacted the local newspaper the Ft Scott Tribune and before we knew it we were being showed to a room that blew all of our minds and interviewed for an article.  A king sized canopy bed with dual lions at the foot, a couch, tv, fire place, queen bed, day bed, and a bathtub with paws on its feet all greeted us.  We were simply amazed an thankful for the generous gift.  After showering up we headed downtown to eat our famous chicken from Chicken Marys and find good seats for the parade and wiener dog races.  I don’t know if I’ve ever felt more American in my life as I watched tractors drive down the streets brick street with American flags waving from the back.  The Wiener dog race was an incredible sight as each sprinted toward their master. Tank was the winner perhaps because he had such a big cheering section called Team Tank.  It turned out that Tank’s master was the granddaughter of Miss Pat who provided us with such an exquisite room.  After the dog races we enjoyed the country music concert and further exploration of the town before returning to our quarters to relax for the rest of the night. 








91 miles, hot and humid, more blessings

1 comment:

  1. Its so awesome to see and hear about all the amazing ways God is providing for you! How GREAT is OUR GOD!

    Jamie

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