The Road not Taken...to Strasburg, Colorado.

Apparently when Robert Frost wrote about the road not taken he must have been in Western Kansas and Eastern Colorado on US 36 West. I spent most of my driving day as the only person on the road. It's pretty amazing how desolate it is. Western Kansas looks a lot like Wyoming where there's just miles of scrub brush and hills and cows. I chose US 36 West as a road where I could see more of the country and the scenery without worry of traffic and hurry. I certainly got what I bargained for on this road! Although Eastern Colorado flattened out a bit and brought back the fields of yellow interspersed with green, it soon got back to the nothingness. 

I almost got in trouble with gas. There are no towns and thus, no gas. My rule out west is always when your tank is half full, fill up. I didn't listen to myself because when my tank was half full I came across a gas station and it was really sketchy so I didn't stop. And then there was no more gas. I asked my Telluride for help and I looked at any points of interest between where I was and where I was going and asked it to show me any gas stations. There was one in about 30 miles and I had about 60 miles left of gas. I've never been so happy to see a gas station in my life. Although they were working on the cab of a semi and it was in front of the gas pumps so I couldn't pull in. But I really needed gas. So the man told me to drive down the road turn around and come back the other way so that I could squeeze in close enough for him to fill my tank. I told him I practically wanted to kiss him for having gas there. He laughed. He said yep, there's not much gas around here. So I guess if I had to make this trip again, for the Western Kansas to Eastern Colorado part I might hook up with I-70.

This is my favorite gas station in Anton, Colorado. 

They were places on the road today that it seemed you could see for 10 miles. When you would get to the top of a hill, and there were a lot of steep rolling hills, the view was breathtaking.  Not for gorgeous mountains or water but just for the vast expanse of land.  There were dust devils out in the fields. I had to slow down for something that ran across the road but I don't know what it was. It had big horns but it wasn't a deer. I would say it was like an antelope but I don't believe I drove as far as Africa. Oh hey! I just googled it and it was an antelope! More specifically,  a pronghorn antelope. Cool. Well anyway, glad I didn't hit him. 

I'm stopping for the night in Strasburg, Colorado. There really weren't a lot of choices and this campground is very busy, probably because of that. It's quite a change from being the only one at a wide open beautiful Park to being packed in next to the interstate. Cross your fingers for no rains and that I-70 stays open through the Glenwood Canyon and there's no flash flood warnings and no mudslides to make me detour.