We were on the road at 7:30 Friday morning. Wyoming beckoned!

Around noon we were close to Wheatland when Banjo Man announced he was hungry. And not only was he hungry, he wanted to eat in a local cafe. Or a diner. He insisted I take the next exit and drive into Wheatland.

I protested. I am not adventurous about food. I’ve had plenty of awful meals in small towns. And this town did not look promising.

“My diner indicator is green,” Banjo Man pronounced.

“And my diner indicator thinks your diner indicator is full of sh**.”

But he was not to be deterred, even after a very unpromising drive down the main street. He told me to park in front of a hair salon and went inside to ask for a lunch recommendation.

Which is how we ended up at Tasty Treats. They specialized in burgers. It was a simple little place, busy and clean. My husband’s diner indicator was satisfied.

Our day ended in Sidney, Nebraska, about 450 miles from where we began. At Pizza Hut.

We are trying to watch the game, but the channel keeps disappearing. poor Banjo Man. He has waited all day for this and now he can’t see it..

Tomorrow…Omaha!