After sucking down the rather minimal breakfast, I raced to re-load the back seat before the rain hit. It wasn't fun - the boxes were somewhat heavy - but it wasn't as bad as it could have been, because the car was literally right out the door (did I mention it was a one-story 'motel'? No? Hmm).
The 'Missouri curse' continued right up from where it'd left off the night before - again the road wasn't well marked, and at one point we wound up driving twice around a square because the map said 'continue on X road,' but we were left to guess which one of the 4 exit roads was 'X road.' Turned out that it was the obvious choice - the exit directly across from where we came it. And before you smack your forehead and go 'no shit, moron' allow me to explain that on the other side of that road (as you approach it through the square) was a sign for Route 66, which seemed to indicate that we should pass that road up. Turns out, the sign was for traffic going in the opposite direction, which would be turning right at that point.
We managed to extend our stay by having lunch in Kansas. The Fiancee found a nice little restaurant in town (there wasn't much there) which seemed cozy and offered good food. Ironically for us foodies, we looked at the restaurant down the block, and decided not to eat there. Turns out, it was a place featured on Guy Fieri's Diners, Drive-ins and Dives (or "Triple D" as Guy likes to call it). After hitting three places on his list, we were disappointed to learn we'd missed a fourth. But that's OK - our lunch was very delicious anyway.
Next up was Oklahoma. It's not a bad state, actually, and we've met a few interesting locals here. More on that in a bit.