One thing I’ve always liked about traveling on Sunday is that it’s (usually) peaceful and quiet. This one was no exception and the traffic was so light through the construction that it was as if no work was being done.
For this final leg of the journey I would be stopping in Wichita, KS where I would be staying at the Serenity Bed & Breakfast Inn. I was more than ready to stop for the night after a long day of driving and sketchy sleep over the two previous evenings.
This was actually a bit of a milestone as Serenity Inn was the 30th B & B I have visited and I must say that I really hit the jackpot with this one. Serenity Inn, owned and operated by Ken Elliott, has all of those features of interest that make for a fine B & B. It’s an older, elegant home with a lot of interesting history as Ken gave me a brief walking tour of the estate. It’s also famed for its murder mystery dinners.
After the tour, Ken led me to Jordan’s Suite which served as my final home away from home for this little jaunt. It was perfect. From the four poster, canopy bed to the Jacuzzi bathtub, it just radiated comfort and peace. In short, it was just what I needed.
I was so weary that I was unable to engage in any sort of exploration of the area. Heck, I was so exhausted that I didn’t even eat that night. I just arranged my things and had just enough juice to watch the Denver Broncos win the Super Bowl and, more likely than not, send Peyton Manning into the sunset as a champion.
I slept like a baby that night. My lights went out and didn’t relight until the next morning. I awoke, fully refreshed, and enjoyed a nice long bath in the morning.
I was starving after having nothing to eat, aside from a small snack, since the previous morning. The Serenity Inn is famed for its LARGE breakfasts and that is a truthful claim. I opted for room service and goggled at the huge meal Ken brought to my room. A massive Mexican omelet, a full banana, a cinnamon roll, grapefruit, salsa, water, coffee, orange juice, and tortillas.
The cinnamon roll was piping hot and one of the best I had ever eaten. The Mexican omelet was light and fluffy and stuffed with black beans, cheese, and corn. Under ordinary circumstances, I would not have been able to eat very much. Hungry as I was, I still didn’t do much damage to the meal, but more than I would have thought possible. I would recommend that the portions be trimmed down to at least half their size, but there are certainly no gripes about the quality of the food.
After breakfast, I said my good-byes to Ken and drove the final leg to Omaha. If you want to enjoy a classic B & B and you find yourself in Wichita, do yourself a favor and get a room at Serenity Inn where you will enjoy a fabulous house and a fine, filling meal.
And on a final note, don’t feel too bad for me because I missed out on the play. Outside of a mild disappointment, it did nothing to damper the trip. I enjoyed some great inns, met some great people, and had a great adventure. I’ll get another shot at Cotton Patch Gospel as either actor, reviewer, or both. Hopefully, it will be showing somewhere in or around my homestead in the not too distant future.