5/2 Day 13 - Part 2 The rest of the day's route was again subject to weather factors. More storms, or permutations of the one that had blasted western Kansas two days ago, were still inundating the eastern part of the state and not in any hurry to clear out. When they did, a slow trek across the Mississippi valley would mean that Missouri/Arkansas and Tennessee/Kentucky would be reaping the benefits of their attention. So I decided to layup tomorrow and check out the Eisenhower Presidential Library in Abilene. On the way I passed through Lucas which is home to quite an assortment of galleries and funky outdoor art, though for some reason, I wasn't motivated to take any pictures. After Lucas I checked out Wilson Lake and deemed it worthy of a photo: And learned that in these parts, on a generally treeless prairie, pioneers made use of sandstone for fence posts: Generally, not completely treeless, as this gnarled relic attests to: While at the St. Francis motorcycle museum yesterday, I learned that there was an associated one in Marquette, KS as well. I didn't have that as a set objective today, but my wanderings put me near there so I dropped in about an hour before closing time. A different flavor and more of a hodgepodge collection compared to the St. Francis version, but still lots of unique machinery and interesting displays. I took a lot of poor quality pictures inside. But liked how this bit of whimsy turned out: Landed in Abilene and booked two nights in a clean/cheap motel. There was a work crew grilling dinner outside and we talked bikes. They treated me to a grilled jalapeno and a brat, couple of the guys expected me to choke on the pepper, but I demonstrated that I ain't no gringo when it comes to chilies. Later I wandered across the street for some wings and beers at Ike's place. Chelsea - owner or manager - used to be a research assistant at the library and gave me good dope on how to go about being a researcher for a day. One failure of my record keeping is now evident as I craft this tale: "Smelled like old hotdog water and baby barf" was a phrase I heard at the bar that cracked me up. I wrote down the words, but didn't capture the circumstances. Now I can't remember what was being described, but I still laugh about it. All-in-all, a great day meandering through 'flyover country'.