1,500 miles down and 1,600 miles to go.
Too tired to post will have a short trip to Cheyenne, Wyoming Monday and some time to catch up on my posts.
Too tired to post will have a short trip to Cheyenne, Wyoming Monday and some time to catch up on my posts.
OK , I'm back...
We managed to slip out of Illinois without alerting the zombie hords or police.
Crossing the Mississippi at St Louis was cool, seeing the St Louis Arch - Gateway to the West and the river.
Man, St Louis is a big city. We were surprised at the number of old abandoned brick buildings along the road.
Traffic zipped along and we were feeling good about crossing Missouri.
On this leg we were going through Illinois, Missouri, Idaho, and Nebraska.
We managed to slip out of Illinois without alerting the zombie hords or police.
Crossing the Mississippi at St Louis was cool, seeing the St Louis Arch - Gateway to the West and the river.
Man, St Louis is a big city. We were surprised at the number of old abandoned brick buildings along the road.
Traffic zipped along and we were feeling good about crossing Missouri.
On this leg we were going through Illinois, Missouri, Idaho, and Nebraska.
Thinking the zombies were behind us now, we noticed a shinny silver / grey large triangle hovering above us to the north.
Oh no... aliens, zombie drones, thought we were past all this.
It followed along for a while when I finally figured out it was a Stealth B2 bomber. I remembered there was a base for them out there.
Oh no... aliens, zombie drones, thought we were past all this.
It followed along for a while when I finally figured out it was a Stealth B2 bomber. I remembered there was a base for them out there.
We had an easy drive finally leaving the city and cruising though farmland. We started thinking and talking about just how does all this food get to market? We passed large grain elevators, but just how many thousands of trucks would it take to get the grain there. Later once out in Nebraska with million acre farms, grain elevators on the horizon in all directions, and trains hundreds of cars long, it really sank in just what an operation farming is.
At the same time as passing all the farms and cattle ranches we were listening to the talking book, "Eating On the Wild Side" partly discussing just how fast food turns to useless cap only days from harvest. We had a great discussion about our food supply. Actually, food is one of the big reasons we are moving to Oregon. Well, and beer.
We planned lots of music and talking books for the trip, but we have spent more time just chatting away to each other - now is that any way for married people to behave?
Lunch time found us in Odessa, Missouri for gas, lunch, and a break. After Illinois, how would Missouri be? GREAT it turns out.
I pulled the Big Rig into the only tiny gas station and a nice farmer helped me get lined up leaving room for the others. I really appreciated his help. Turned out to be a nice old guy and we chatted about the local Bass Fishing in the area. He decided after chatting about fishing, to skip work the rest of the day and go fishing.
I pulled the Big Rig into the only tiny gas station and a nice farmer helped me get lined up leaving room for the others. I really appreciated his help. Turned out to be a nice old guy and we chatted about the local Bass Fishing in the area. He decided after chatting about fishing, to skip work the rest of the day and go fishing.
We had a GREAT lunch at Thompsons' Country Kitchen. You would have thought we went to High School with these people they treated us like family and the food was home cooking at its best. The owner got to the last piece of Pecan Pie before I did and we all gave him shit about it and he played right along. Good guy.
Meet Jaimie (pic below) she took good care of us and is my new BFF.
We took the shortcut through Iowa (we're domed) and bounced into Nebraska along 100 miles of old concrete road.
Lincoln, NE turns about to be a rather large modern city. Rose saw a Rafter of Turkeys on the way in.
Good smooth day.
David
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