8:30 a.m. They did a ticket stub check to start the day as they were fully booked and wanted to assure no stowaways. I woke up stuffy from some nasal drip and was semi-deaf, so we decided to take advantage of breakfast to drink some fluids. The french toast was the best I've ever had! After the Cafe Blech last night and inhaling a nightful of chemicals, this was heaven.
Now in Kansas City, Missouri, things are starting to look more like home. The flat, green plains of the Midwest beat the flat, brown plains of the Southwest.
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