Motels, Fireflies, and broken Fingernails

I gave up on looking like me.  I've pinned my bangs to the side of my head because they are looking like Farrah Faucet's wings, and going through CO and UT my nails were so dry they were breaking sideways and diagonally.  Camping's not for sissies, and it's not for prissies either.

AND NOW, ALL ABOUT HEAVENLY HILLSBORO, KS

We had to take a motel this night because the wind was so horrendous we feared to put up a tent. 
The sign of the motel is unrelated to the beautiful museum, the Shaeffer House, in the second pic.  Hillsboro is a place one could live: beautiful craftmans one after another, no dogs barking or running loose, no dog dookie, no grafitti....and fireflies!! Too bad I missed the Mennonite museum.  It was great to take a hot bath.