We’re honourary Kansasonians.

Or is that Kansasites? Actually a resident of the great state of Kansas is called a Kansan, and as of Tuesday we’ve been accepted into the fold by the 30 or so fellow Kansan’s who surround us here in the RV park. We were invited to the local catfish fish fry and potluck dinner on our street and we found out a few things about these people; First they do have a lot of fun, and Second; it seems that every second person at the dinner was from the town of Overbrook, and most of them went to high school together. I did a little research into the town and thanks to Wikipedia I found out that the entire town covers an area just over a half square mile and is home to just over 1000 people. I think a great percentage of the senior population from the town must be here in Gold Canyon, as they said they’ve left no friends at home.

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We had a great time at the luncheon, and sampled typical Kansas fare: Fried Chicken, Fried Fish and Potato Salad. Sylvia brought along one of our Potluck staples, and when one of the ladies lifted the lid on her Barley and Lentil Salad with Feta cheese and various veggies mixed in there were some very confused looks on the ladies looking over her shoulder. They didn’t know what  type of food it was, and weren’t sure they wanted to taste it to find out. Once they got brave and stuck a fork in it, everyone seemed to like it, and Sylvia was asked for the recipe quite a few times.

As well as the Potluck we were involved in our regular sports activities on Monday and Tuesday. We lost 2 very close softball games on Monday, and split the two games that we played on Tuesday. As my Tuesday games were out of the park and quite early, Sylvia stayed behind and joined the regular pickleball session, and she tells me that she could ‘do no wrong’ and had a great time without me.

On Wednesday we took off with 49 members of the hiking club to trek around a mountain called Picketpost. In the 1870’s this was the site of a US Cavalry outpost and as it has a commanding view of the valley surrounding it was used as a viewpoint to watch and protect the various stagecoach routes that passed by. After walking all around the site, I pity any Soldier or Horse who had to climb the peak on a daily basis.

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We woke up to a partly cloudy day, and as it was already quite warm we were happy to see the overcast skies. It made it much easier to do the 9 mile hike without having to walk under a scorching sun all day. We’d actually walked a small part of this trail a month or so ago, and while the trees were now starting to show their leaves, the trail itself was much drier and very much dustier than it was a month ago.

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We ran into quite a few horses on the trail, and lots of evidence of recent visits by horses, by the time we were finished the hike I was happy that I have rubber mats in my truck, as we couldn’t help but kick a few road apples over the course of the day. The horse traffic was probably one of the reasons why the trail was so dusty, as a half ton animal tends to break up the ground quite a bit.

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As we circled the entire mountain, we got to see all sides of Picketpost, and enjoyed it all.

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We found this little shrine about the mid point of the hike, and added a few of our own rocks to the collection. There were lots of pretty rocks along the route, and several people brought home a pocketful of different coloured stones. This next one was just a bit too big to bring home, but not before Dana tried to move it a bit.

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We found a few spots with water running from various springs at the base of the mountain. It’s interesting to see these little streams appear, flow for a while and then disappear underground to pop up again further down the wash.

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Back at the trailhead we had a nice view of Weavers Needle far different than we’ve managed to see in the past few hikes we’ve been on. This is the first time we have seen it from this vantage point.

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After we got back from the hike we spent quite a while brushing the dust off of our clothes, boots, backpacks and bodies before heading off to the laundry to wash everything. We’re glad we took part in the hike, but I don’t think we’ll be jumping up to volunteer to hike it again any time soon. Do you have any idea how much dust you inhale when you are at the tail end of a 49 person dust filled hike. No? We do! Sylvia was glad we brought the ‘Neti Pot’ along with us.

I don’t usually include jokes in my blog, but after being part of the Kansas language class on Tuesday I couldn’t resist this one.

A couple is at the airport in Phoenix, awaiting their flight.

They  are dressed in heavy boots, parka, scarf, mittens, and all ready to  head home to the Canadian winter.

An older American couple standing nearby, are intrigued by their  manner of dress.

The wife says to her husband, “Look at that couple. I  wonder where they’re from?”
He replies, “How would I know?”
She counters, “You could go and ask them.”
He says, “I don’t really care. You want to know, you go ask them.”
She decides to do just that, walks over to the couple and asks,  “Excuse me. I’ve been noticing the way you’re dressed and I wonder  where you’re from?”
The Canadian farmer replies, “Saskatoon, Saskatchewan”.
The woman returns to her husband who asks, “So, where are they from?”
She replies, “I don’t know. They don’t speak English.”

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2 responses to “We’re honourary Kansasonians.

  1. Hey, that was a funny joke. But I must say, you have very strong friends. hahah Norma

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  2. LOL – – made us laugh! Nice pictures too.

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