Day Six started out with palm trees–fake ones, due to the Kansas sense of humor—at a giant truck stop.  This truck stop was so big it even had a food court.  I was impressed, being a truck stop fan.

And off we went, all gassed up and heading to Colorado to meet the new grandniece.

Our grandnephew was more impressed with us than the sweet baby was.

Soccer cheer!!!

Comparing belly fat. Thank God I wasn’t involved.

We had so much fun that I wished I could turn the clock back 40 years and do the whole “growing family” part of my life over again.

We spent the night here, near the highway.

I hung out with the sheep while Banjo Man unpacked the car.  I have to write a separate post about Banjo Man and his bags.  Until then, I will  leave you with this picture.

If he was a Colorado mountain man he’d have to have seventeen mules to haul all of his stuff.