Kansas City, Missouri or Kansas City, Kansas?
Yes!
Why limit my visit to one Kansas City when I can visit two?
I am going to have to try to swing through Peculiar, Missouri next time I’m in the area. The name intrigues me. I wonder if they have T shirts?
This makes three new states so far for this trip: Indiana, where I “mooch-docked” in the parking lot of the Cracker Barrel, Jefferson City, Missouri, and now Kansas City, Kansas.
I set up camp at Walnut Grove RV Park, which is actually in Merriam, Kansas. It was a pretty good campground for an urban setup. It definitely had a great location for what I wanted to do. There were a few places on The List in Kansas City for next time, and I wanted to visit some friends. I love how the internet introduces me to new people and makes it possible for us to stay connected.
My first visit was with Sue, who had me over for dinner.
We met in a Facebook group for interesting women a few years back. (In my opinion, we both meet that criteria.) When I mentioned that I was planning to pass through her area, she invited me to visit. We had a lovely visit. Her husband, Tom, stuck his head in from time to time. He did let me snap a photo of him, but he had on a cap pulled low and stood in the shadows. It didn’t turn out well, so I guess you’ll just have to take my word that we met without the photo to back it up.
Hmm. Could he be in the witness protection program? That might explain why he wasn’t eager to have me take his photo.
The next day, I met up with Airstreamer friends, Elizabeth and Jack. They recommended this place. They said it had THE BEST PIZZA.
Quite frankly, I do believe they were correct. This is a local chain, and they have many locations. My friends, the experts, said that the one at 5105 Main Street, Kansas City, MO is the best one, so we met up there.
We compared notes about what had been going on in our lives and then parted ways.
They got into their TV (which is how RVers refer to their tow vehicles.)
Incidentally, their RAM 2500 is a Big Red Truck, but they call him BeRT, as opposed to my RAM 2500, which I called BART, for Big Ass Red Truck.
They got in BeRT and headed off to further adventures. Until next time! I wonder where that will be? So far, we’ve met up in Arizona, Ohio and now Missouri.
In the meanwhile, there is always social media!