Kansas

There’s no salad in Kansas.  Well, there is no good salad in Kansas.  Once, back in the 90s, when Sandy was in graduate school I got to go along as free labor for the field work portion of her thesis.  We were in Kansas to visit a salt mine in the lovely town of Salina (which rhymes with Vagina.  What?  You thought I’d say Regina?)  Anyway.  While we were there I once had gotten the “salad bar” with dinner.  It consisted of browning iceberg lettuce, some carrots, Bac-O bits, and ranch dressing.  Things have progressed, some, in the last 15 years.  We were in Kansas City recently and I managed to get this:

At least the Iceberg lettuce wasn’t brown – yet.  We weren’t there for the salad though.  We were there for The Great Wolf Lodge.  It’s a hotel with an indoor water park attached.

There was also miniature golf

What is the costume he is wearing you ask?  That’s part of the other attraction – Magi Quest. 

It’s an adventure game, with stations set up all around the hotel.  Basically is runs the kids around in circles all day.  We spent two nights, which was just about right.  Any longer and I think they would have started getting bored.

This was almost what I would call a vacation.  I got to spend some time sitting on my butt reading and generally doing nothing.  My favorite part may have been finding this on the way

Once, a long time ago I have vague memories of going on a vacation as a kid.  Every time we stopped for a meal, it was at Stuckey’s, but that’s a different story.