Cream Puffs, Kindness, and Cool Kansas Skies

After yet another stormy night, I woke up in Dighton, packed my gear, and peeked out the door to check what the weather had in store. Grey skies and a cool breeze greeted me—but thankfully, no rain. With cold coffee in hand and the road calling, I stepped outside, ready to take on a long stretch between 35 and 40 miles on Highway 96.

It was a quiet morning under a thick cloud cover, with wind swirling around me as I pushed forward toward Scott City, about 23 miles away. The goal was to reach town before any serious rain hit. Along the way, two incredibly kind offers for shelter came in—one via phone, and one from a man who slowed down in his truck to introduce himself. I was already set with a place to stay, but their generosity warmed my heart and gave me a boost.

Light drizzle came and went, but nothing heavy. Just a persistent Kansas grey. I kept moving, paced by focus and hope, until I reached my destination for the day—Marienthal. That’s when an unexpected highlight appeared: an open bakery! I stepped inside for warmth and maybe a little treat… and to my surprise, the baker recognized me. A friend from Mississippi had sent her a photo of me running the world!

I bought two cream puffs, and let me tell you—every bite tasted like a reward. Soft, sweet, and filled with joy.

When Renita arrived to pick me up, we loaded the buggy into her car and drove to their home. And what a homecoming it was—Brent, Renita, and their lovely children welcomed me with laughter, food, and the kind of connection that feels like old friendship, even when you’ve just met.

It’s late now. My body is tired, my heart is full, and tomorrow—another straight Kansas run awaits.

Good night from the road. Thank you for following and being part of this journey.