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By: joealaska , 2:36 AM GMT on May 02, 2012

I am alive and well, 900 miles from Albuquerque. COLUMBUS, NEBRASKA.

Arrived Sunday AM right on time. But there was only time for one round of golf. We had a great day shooting superlative shots. I hit a 25 foot putt that paid some cash. Casa had a RARE birdie. We also both had some very forgettable shots.

The weather was perfect.

When we finished I felt my muscles were sore from the rare golf.

But after starting out very badly, I finished pretty good. We went out to dinner, and it turned into a long day. Meanwhile I had very little sleep the night before. I was READY for a good night sleep, but we had to get up early next morning.

I went to bed, but I had trouble getting to sleep. Eventually I did. At 4 :15 AM I heard one of their dogs barking right below my window. My room is on the other side of the house than everyone else, so nobody heard him but me. He stopped than started back up a couple times. The night was shot.

We got up in the morning and got my rental car. I headed east on I-40. Very soon I realized how tired I was. As I drove my eyes were very heavy. I considered just getting a room and going to sleep. At one point I pulled into a rest area and closed my eyes. Nothing. I seemed to be getting a second wind, so I pushed on, as least for awhile.

At Tucumcari, New Mexico I headed northeast on Route 54. I cut across a corner of Texas. This whole area is pretty stark, with very little that would be considered scenic. Then into Oklahoma. The first town I saw was Guymon. Casa and I played golf there many years ago. I continued across the panhandle and soon was in Kansas. It was about 3 PM, so I pulled over in Liberal, just across the state border. I was surprised I got that far, 400 miles.

I laid down and went right to sleep. Woke up in 3 hours dazed and confused. I felt terrible. I was still sore from the golf. I was still very tired, plus I had developed a sore throat and cough. I watched a little TV, but I was back down at 8 PM. Slept 12 hours. The only food I had for the previous 24 hours was a few bites of a chicken sandwich I could not finish.

When I woke up I felt a lot better. Still not hungry.

I started to actually enjoy the ride. The weather was overcast and a bit cool, which I thought felt good. I drove through Greensburg, Kansas, which was pretty well wiped out by a tornado a few years back. I tried to play the golf course there, but I drove by it twice and saw no entry way. So I moved on. When I got to Pratt, I took off northeast on RT 61, a smaller road. CASA had lent me a GPS unit, so I have it constantly telling me about the courses I am driving near. Finally I bit on one golf option that was bout 15 miles out of my way. I headed to an area just southwest of Hutchinson.

PRETTY PRAIRIE. It was nowhere near a big down, and the area was turning to some nice rolling green hills. I pulled in and it looked good. When I was walking to the pro shop to pay, a big cat walked up. I gave him a good rubbing and he loved it. I went in the pro shop and the cat followed.
There was a nice lady behind the counter. She told me the cat was BOB. He had just shown up one day and took over the place. Besides the meet and greets, he liked to ride the golf carts with the customers. As she was telling me about him he jumped up on the counter and flopped.

She had to get a cart for me from the building next door, when she returned BOB the Golf Cat was in the cart, and went with me to the first tee. Unfortunately something else caught his attention and he was off slinking in the tall grass.

The golf sucked. Even so, I hit a few good shots and enjoyed the day.

Back on the road, I continued west to RT 17, and headed north through Hutchinson. Then Route 61 to I-135 and north. North of Salina I continued north on Route 81. Then it was Nebraska.

I stayed on 81 until I got to Columbus. Then that was IT.

Tomorrow? Who knows?

The views of the author are his/her own and do not necessarily represent the position of The Weather Company or its parent, IBM.

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15. dotmom
2:24 AM GMT on May 04, 2012
Ylee do you know how many years ago it was when I was 17? Too many!!! But sometimes I say that I feel like an 18 year old with something wrong with them. The other day JoeKY said he felt like an 18 year old and I just told him to watch his tongue!!!
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14. Ylee
11:48 PM GMT on May 03, 2012
Well, cholla, I'll tell you what! I grew up on a farm with no neighbors with kids, and no brothers and sisters. My grandmother helped watch me when I was little, so I had a good helping of Lawrence Welk every week! You know what? I liked it then, and I still like it! :) The music of the 30s to the 60s was what I grew up with as a child, not really having any outside influences to show me anything else.

I like to listen to old jazz on Saturday nights on public radio, and on saturday mornings, thre's classic country(40s-60s) on a local country station. Not only that, On Sunday evenings when I'm on my way to work, the aforementioned public radio station has a show called Old Scratchy Records, which I listen to on occasion! True, the pop music of the 80s can make me feel young again at times, but the old standards I listened to in my youth, gives me a special comfort!

I'll bet I'd feel right at home in Tuscon! :)

Don't know about the Medievial music, either, lol!
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13. Arbie
10:33 PM GMT on May 03, 2012
Is it really almost Kentucky Derby time again!
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12. cholla
8:07 PM GMT on May 03, 2012
Old time music from the 1980's?
Ylee, be glad you're not in Tucson with us retirees. We've got three radio stations with continuous old-time music. But not from the 1980's. Try the 1940's, 1950's and 1960's. To you, listening to those would sound like listening to medieval music does to me.
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11. Ylee
3:23 PM GMT on May 03, 2012
Dotmom, don't you think like you're 17 every once in awhile? ;-) Every once in awhile a song will come on the radio while I'm going somewhere in my truck, and it's like 1982 all over again! :)

I think Joe thinks he's the Energizer Bunny or something, lol!
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10. MissNadia
11:02 PM GMT on May 02, 2012
It's starting !!!
From the Anchorage News.

"Tsunami debris onslaught called worse than Exxon Valdez oil spill

A "staggering mess" is building on the beaches of Gulf of Alaska islands bordering Prince William Sound with the arrival of what is believed to be debris cast adrift last year by the Japan tsunami."

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9. cybersuze
10:40 PM GMT on May 02, 2012
Hey, looks like you went through Hooker just before hitting Liberal! You're going to head north, aren't you?!
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8. miyuki
9:13 PM GMT on May 02, 2012
Joe, thanks for sharing your travels with us!
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7. Barefootontherocks
6:02 PM GMT on May 02, 2012
Columbus, NE is pretty much the bullseye in a Moderate Risk area for severe t-storms today. But you probably already know that.
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6. bearpaints
2:21 PM GMT on May 02, 2012
Funny thing is our brains still think like we're 17 or maybe mine is closer to 25, but the poor old bodies tell the truth.
We also have a store cat called Scratch. He does the same thing, just lays around weighting in around 26 lbs and the ripe old age of 16.
I love road trips, but not fun when your tired. Maybe some Airborne would help and yes lots of food. Have or should say try something from every where you go.
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5. dotmom
12:09 PM GMT on May 02, 2012
UK I couldn't have said it better! Amen! I can barely read the blog - it tends to "fire me up!" He thinks he is still 17!
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4. insideuk
10:59 AM GMT on May 02, 2012
It’s the same for most people I suspect.

If you are used to a certain routine, used to demands on your time and energies coming at you from all angles, used to living at a general level of preparedness for ACTION – then when you break free from it all it takes a few days of adjustment. Something in your brain takes a ridiculous amount of time to realise the difference in your circumstances.

Which has to be the explanation for why a man, who has no need to cover 900 miles in 2 days, having had virtually no sleep in the past 72 hours, JUST KEEPS ON KEEPING ON.

Urgent message to Joes brain:


It’s a road trip, not a road race.

Enjoy it Joe…

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3. OGal
10:14 AM GMT on May 02, 2012

Glad to have found you. Bob, what a great name for a cat. Have a fun time on your next adventure. Will be reading.
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2. n8pzg
5:05 AM GMT on May 02, 2012
Hope you enjoyed your time in Kansas.
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1. shoreacres
4:07 AM GMT on May 02, 2012
Love the cat story. You're pretty much due west of where I grew up, in Newton, Iowa. It's just past Des Moines on I-80. That's where I played my first golf. I used to caddie for my mom, and then I finally took it up myself for a while. Then I quit.

Glad you're having a good time. Safe travels!
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