On Friday, November 7, 2025, we packed up early at Glenwood Canyon Resort for the long haul east—nearly seven hours to Cedar Bluff State Park in Kansas. We don’t usually travel that far in one day (we prefer to wander rather than marathon), but we were racing the wind, hoping to traverse most of Kansas ahead of major blows.
By afternoon, we rolled into Cedar Bluff, found our spot in the Arapaho Loop site A64, and set up camp. We were the only souls in the entire loop—just us, the trees, and the wide-open Kansas sky. The sites were impressively large and level, with clean concrete pads and easy hookups. After settling in, we even squeezed in a short bike ride to stretch our legs.
The next morning, the place still felt like our private campground. A brisk ride through the other loops revealed only one or two other campers tucked away—a reminder that November camping is for the hearty. Cedar Bluff has a lot to offer: fishing, cabins, showers, dump stations, boat ramps, and in November, endless space to breathe.
Then the Kansas wind showed up. By midday Saturday, it was blowing 23 mph from the north—the kind that rearranges your hair and your plans. We decided to stay an extra day. I rode my bike up to the pay station into that icy wind, pedaling hard enough to question my life choices. On the way back, though, I didn’t pedal at all—just glided home at 17 mph, powered entirely by the winds of the Great Plains.
That evening, we drove into Ellis, Kansas for fuel, groceries, and dinner. We took a chance on Cancun Mexican Grill, and it was surprisingly great—warm food, friendly staff, and a little oasis from the chill. After arriving back at camp, we turned off the lights, and stood beneath a sky overflowing with stars. Out there, far from city glow, the heavens felt almost close enough to touch.
Sunday morning dawned cold and clear. We packed up early and towed the trailer to Hays, Kansas, where we attended church at the Hays Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Afterward, we hit the road again, heading east into a 16-mph north wind. The gusts were a little nerve-wracking at first, but the farther east we went, the calmer it got.
We reached Cozy Corners RV Park near Clinton, Missouri just as the sun was setting. We hustled through our setup routine—level the trailer, unhitch, stabilizers down, slides out, heater on, Starlink up, utilities connected—finishing just as the last light faded.
| Nights | Total Nights | Miles | Total Miles |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2 | 290 | 479 | 28643 |