I forgot to mention in the last post that I saw oil pumps for the first time while driving through Kansas. This brought on a big discussion with Jim and a phone call to my son so that he could Google alternate names for oil pumps. It was Jim’s assertion that an oil pump is called a “Nodding Jenny” If anyone can confirm this, I’d be happy to hear about it and I’m sure Jim would enjoy saying “I told you so”. He’s that kind of guy. I’m going to continue to call it an oil pump thingy until it’s proven otherwise.
I’m really trying to come up with nice stuff to say about Limon, Colorado. This post might take a wee bit longer for me to write than any of the others to date.
Limon is a very odd little place. The town’s web site says it’s the “Gateway to Denver, Mountains, Colorado Springs & the Pikes Peak Region”. I’m thinking there are probably some better gateways, but Limon is good for at least one thing. It’s just about the furthest one would want to drive before finding a place to stay when coming from Lawrence, KS. Keep in mind that this is only true if one is following someone else’s (who shall remain nameless because he’s getting kind of touchy) less than excellently good plan to drive through northern Kansas.
Limon’s streets are very wide and I think there were only six of them. At least that’s all we really found. We did find a grocery store to pick up some assorted junk food for the motel room. Also shopping that night was a family of grandmother, mother, and boy around 6 years old. Jim and I were looking at “dead dates” on some snacks when I heard the little boy say “I have to pee!” to which the mother answered “you’ll have to wait”. A few minutes later the boy asked his mother to buy some kind of candy. She told him he didn‘t need that and to put it back to which he answered “fine, whatever, then I’ll just pee here!” A few seconds later, I heard the mother say “put that thing away! We don’t pee in the grocery store!”
Jim and I left the store with just some cheese, pepperoni and crackers, but we laughed all the way back to the Comfort Inn where we were staying. The motel was a bit run down and tired, but it did have somewhat comfortable beds and clean rooms. It also had a window that opened and Jim was overjoyed even if I was freezing my butt off and there was no screen on the window. The window had a beautiful view of the grayest landscape and decrepit trailers behind the motel.
The town had a pretty decent looking Heritage Museum Complex. It was closed when we got there, but Jim enjoyed looking at some of the old farm machinery and I did enjoy looking at the old trains.
