Day 2 - Fort Morgan to Garden City, KS

We didn't drive a ton today so my mom could spend time with her family.
We spent most of the morning in Fort Morgan at Norma and John's. After visiting with them, we headed over to visit one of my grandma's other sister, Nanny, and her husband, Dip.
Dip has a kickass remote control helicopter that is probably best left out of my hands.
We then went to see a few of the cousins mom grew up with before hitting the road.
Norma sent us off with a cooler full of food and a bunch of snacks from her floral shop. She's exactly like my grandma, which means that I will be spending extra time jogging on the beach when I arrive in Miami.
After leaving Fort Morgan we headed for Stratton, Color., where my mom grew up.
Stratton is about about 2/3 the size Wells for a comparison. My mom hasn't been back in about 20 years, so it was really emotional for her to see the ranch she grew up on and the place she went to school through about 16.
I'm glad she got to see it and I'm glad she could share some of her childhood with me.
Here are the highlights:
Highlights:

Stratton has a drive-thru liquor store called the Libation Station. I (sort of) wish I could buy malt liquor in a paper bag, pull around the corner and get drunk next to that sign everyday for the rest of my life.

The main drag of Stratton...not a lot of traffic.

The American Legion has Bud AND Bud Light ON TAP...

What do you do if you build a house, run out of money after the basement is finished and live in a tornado-prone area of the country? Build an entryway, slap a roof on that bitch and call it finished.

The restaurant where my Grandpa used to take the family every Sunday after church. We had to wait like 30 minutes to have our orders taken. The reason: the lady in front of us ordered pie and ice cream and the restaurant was out of ice cream, so our waiter had to literally run up the street to the grocery store. Hilarious.

The ranch where my mother grew up.

The view from my mom's old ranch.

The road where my mother honed her considerable driving skills.

The church my mom's family attended.

Mom mom's old elementary school.

In other news:
- I was napping and reading so I'm not sure exactly where it is, but somewhere just into Kansas on I-70 exists the absolutely best rest station in America. I have a general policy to not get out at rest stations, which I was not going to change even here, until I saw two hot chicks walking their dog as they drove back to college. I was not successful in acquiring their attention.

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