is there any more pie?

Before I explain what this guy is doing, let me shout to the heavens that we are in Billings, Montana tonight. It was a long day, almost 500 miles, driving from Scottsbluff.

Yesterday’s journey from Lincoln had a wonderful stop in North Platte. Lunch with the Macks!!! What could be better!!!

I loved driving today. I started out at 9:00 and took the first shift. Three hours later I was still going strong. Adrenalin had kicked in.

Yesterday we took a different route, along Highway 26. This meant we could stop at Ash Hollow Park and see a prehistoric cave, along with wagon ruts from the Oregon Trail.The park was closed and the ruts hard to see, so we continued on to Scottsbluff.

Today:

While driving towards Buffalo and I-25 I saw a sign indicating wagon ruts, so I followed the signs to this:

Banjo Man can’t understand the decision to travel this particular rocky terrain. How did the wagons traverse this?

He needs to Google it.

Tomorrow is our last day on the road. I celebrated with a tequila cocktail and a steak.

This blog post is so disjointed and I apologize but typing on my Kindle tablet while using a new version of WordPress is really frustrating. Very hard to edit and impossible to move text so it makes sense.

Good night!

Yes, we are in Nebraska.

I am pretty tired, so will give you more details tomorrow. All is well and we’ve had a lovely day.

Good night.

Thank God.

Between the Chicago traffic and endless miles of road construction the day was a long one.

Banjo Man slept in a bit, so we weren’t on the road until after 9. We’d planned a 400+ mile day and we were ready to hit the road.

Here is a sign at an I-80 rest stop. I am still perplexed over Christopher Columbus’ involvement in the Midwest. If you know the answer, please share.

Crossing into Iowa never felt so good.

Tonight’s restaurant:

I did not drink one of these, but now I’m wondering why not.

I drove two hours today and was quite proud of myself. I can’t believe the hole where my molar was is taking so long to heal. I am heartily sick of it.

Tomorrow? Nebraska!

Good night.

We are tucked into bed in Shipshewana, Indiana, our favorite Amish town. Our travel time was under three hours, so we slept late and eventually returned to I-80.

Last fall I bought a cloth dish scrubbie thing here, so first stop was a store called Country Elegance. And they were 1/2 price so I bought all 10 of them.

A triumph!

We ate lunch, then Banjo Man bought popcorn, almond butter and canned beef (for a future feast at the cabin, he told me).

I bought sewing machine oil.

He bought a new souvenir coffee mug. And a new pair of overalls.

There was a bit of a panic when Bank Man couldn’t find the bag with his clean underwear. I had no sympathy. If you could see that car you’d understand.

Time for pictures:

Our hotel.

He is cheerfully waiting in the car while I buy my dish scrubbers.

And he did not question why I bought so many.

So I said nothing about the five pound bag of popcorn kernels.

Good night.