Brookings to Medford to Eugene to Portland to Denver to Westcliffe to Kansas.

So we drove the Kia back to Medford, where we picked up miss Anna from JEO's house. You can see what they did together by clicking here and here. After a heated discussion between the children about the proper name of a particular cartoon vehicle (below), we took off for Eugene.
Chelsea picked us up at the Hertz in Eugene and we went over to her friends' house for a barbecue and badminton. Barbecues are a much more complicated affair in Oregon than in Kansas because one first has to determine what the guests have moral objection to eating. We got it sorted out, though, and had a lovely time.



We spent the night at Chelsea's and got up the next morning to catch our train, er, bus back to Portland. You may be under the impression that a bus would be just as comfortable as a train, but you are wrong.

Once back in Portland Anna played on a playground,

found an elephant,

and we went to a really, really big bookstore which had an appalling lack of books on agriculture. Then we went to a sushi restaurant where Betsy and Anna ate lunch while I observed my moral obligations.
The food came out on a carousel, and there were all sorts of different dishes. I waited a long time, but nothing containing meat and/or potatoes came out.

Then we picked up our loot at the train station and geared up for our march to the light rail.


We were tired when we got there.

A few hours later, and we landed safely in Denver.

Then, all we had to do before we, er, I could get some sleep was to find a shuttle bus, find our car, and drive all the way to the Alsop cabin just southeast of Westcliffe, CO.

The next morning, er, afternoon I left Anna and Betsy there and drove home alone back to Ingleside.