Friday, August 14, 2009

Gateway to the West






Early this morning we went to the Arch in St. Louis. This is a very exciting place to visit. You ride in 5 seat gondolas which ratchets it's way to the top. We got some good pictures from the top of the Arch. We then started toward Kansas City, Missouri, approx. 250 miles.

We then visited the Musseum of Westward expansion, which was quite interesting, covering the period from the 1800's to 1900.



On arriving at the Courtyard Marriott in Kansas City, we began unloading our luggage on the hotel cart. Suddenly we turned around to load more luggage, and the cart was gone. I looked around the parking lot, and saw the cart balanced at the top of a hill in the grass after jumping a curb. I started running for it, but was too slow. The cart started down the hill, hit a berm above a sidewalk, jumped 2 feet in the air, flipped upside down over a 5 foot retaining wall and landed in the grass just a few feet from the highway. Our stuff was scatterd all over. The girls rescued the cart, which was destroyed, picked up our belongings and then I hid the cart in a dark corner. We all laughed until we cried.

After we dried all the tears of laughter, we went to see some friends of my sister, Gary and Cindy. We also got to meet Pat's new boyfriend, Tony.

2 comments:

  1. Well, it appears you are getting off to a very exciting start!!!
    Watch out for those run-away carts, LOL!
    Well you know that laughter is the best medicine so you all had a good dose, LOL.
    Looking forward to reading about more of your travels. hugs, niece MJ

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  2. Great story about the cart! I guess you won't be applying for a job as a bellman anytime soon! Hey, if you have a chance, there's a wonderful little private museum there that displays the artifacts from a 19th Century riverboat that wrecked on the Missouri River and was lost, but was later found buried in a field (where the river used to run) and excavated. I think it's one of the best-kept secrets in Kansas City. I can't remember what it's called, but the locals will know. My grandmother was born there in 1906, and I still have people there from the Quaker side of the family (they're all lowbrow horse thieves and poker players now, which is why I like them better than the other side of the family).

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