Today we were quite sluggish. We drove into nearby Norton, KS, and bought some Jack Daniels and some diesel but, other than that, we accomplished nothing. Prairie Dog State Park, where we are currently camped, is a big Jose and we took a spin in the park. We stopped by to see the prairie dogs.
It is a bit strange that the park is called Prairie Dog. There were originally no prairie dogs around this part of the world. Since the park is named after these animals, the humans imported 300 of the critters and attempted to establish a colony. They all croaked. Strangely, some time after the demise of the imported rodents some regular prairie dogs moved in. Maybe it was to make the bureaucrats who named the park look less foolish.