Even though we wanted to make it as far east as possible, we had to turn in around midnight after driving for the better part of the day. We'd only made it a little more than halfway through Kansas to Milford Lake State Park. Turns out the state is deceptively large. No wonder Oz seemed like worlds away, it probably took Dorothy a full day to get out of Kansas!
We drove around the park which was pretty desolate in this post-Labor day season, and found a spot near the lake but tucked away in the woods a bit to protect us from the famous prairie winds. Thankfully, the winds cooperated and we were able to sleep fairly uninterrupted.
The next morning, we got up early enough for Loren to cook up the last of our bacon before we hit the road again, stopping to gobble gobble at the family of turkeys crossing the park road.