Back to the Flatlands

The teens got to sleep in this morning. At 11:30am we embarked on the final 1500 miles of our PacWest Odyssey. Nebraska is probably our least favorite stretch of highway. The only highlight during a few hundred miles was a kid driving 70 mph, all windows down in the blazing heat, and "Boats 'n Hoes" written on his back window. Curious. The new in-car entertainment audio book is The Lion by Nelson DeMilles. We pulled off I-80 in Des Moines around 5:00 pm, found a hotel, and had a delicious Midwest steak dinner. Bill politely complained about the racket at the table next, and the manager put our meal on-the-house. That was professional, but the father of the unruly children was very offended. In fact, I thought he was going to punch out Bill. Excitement in the heartland. I took Solo for an evening walk around a man-made lake next to the hotel, and reflected on our incredibly successful journey. I am so grateful to have had not only good weather, but good fortune guiding our safety and health over the highways and byways of our travels.