Kansas Winds & White Knuckles: We’ll Take It💨

After very little sleep, we woke up determined to put yesterday behind us.

After all, we’d already survived what ranks as one of the worst travel days we’ve ever had—stitches, phantom bay doors, bug swarms, warning lights, and enough unexpected excitement to fill an entire trip.

Surely today would be different.

The plan was simple: drive a little over 300 miles across Kansas.

How hard could that be?

The answer came almost immediately.

Leaving Topeka, we discovered I-70 was shut down through downtown, forcing a quick reroute. The fallen freeway signs scattered along the detour made it pretty clear the previous night’s storm had left its mark.

Once we got moving again, everything seemed normal…for a few miles.

Then Kansas introduced itself.

Crosswinds of 30–50 mph hammered the coach for the next five hours. Driving became less about transportation and more about wrestling a large, expensive kite across the prairie. Every passing semi became a new physics experiment, and “relaxing travel day” officially left the conversation.

By the end of the day, we’d accumulated enough white-knuckle miles to count as an upper-body workout.

But unlike yesterday, there were no warning lights, no urgent care visits, no bug invasions, and no parts of the coach trying to escape.

Just relentless Kansas wind.Read more