lonely in Nebraska

Ladybird and I had an argument this morning over whether to stop at Car Henge. I used my human/driver veto power to override her. Now I regret it. Nebraska is a lonely, lonely place to drive through, especially when spatting with ones only (plush) passenger. There isn’t much to look at. Highlights of our drive were a giant truck on fire, a grid of fluffy, white clouds that looked like windswept weiner dogs and some baby cows and horses.


Western Iowa is much prettier. The corn is coming up on rolling green hills dotted with run down paint-chipped barns. In between are golden fields of baby wheat and overgrown fields with cows poking their heads through the tops. Also, Iowa has NPR.

Tomorrow we are going to try to get to Grand Rapids, Michigan to visit our darling Ellie. Ellie moved there last summer and we’ve been missing her ever since.