Dearest
Readers,
It’s
8am CST in Lincoln, Nebraska
Yesterday
was my second day of hardcore zombie driving through the wonderful Great
Plains. Out of the corners of my eyes I glimpsed big sky, relentless fields of
corn and wheat, and dry, dust-filled air thrown up by pickups on side roads, and
agricultural machinery in the fields.
Windy and warm across Iowa-the ghost of big-brother the iPhone through the side window |
A wild whipping wind shook my poor
toaster of a car while I hunched over the wheel. I know why I encountered great clusters of modern wind mills along yesterday's route. Wind must be the norm.
I glimpsed patches of the
famous tall prairie grasses that covered the plains before white men arrived,
but I could not find a safe place to take a picture. So here’s one from the
web.
By
the end of day I had eased my way around Des Moines’ beltway, crossed the
Missouri to big, sprawling Omaha, and later pulled into Lincoln the capitol of
Nebraska and home of the state university–Go Huskers!
Wild sculptures on a bridge as I approach Omaha on I-80 West |
Des
Moines is a capitol city too. It sparkled in the sunlight, clean, fresh and very
contemporary-looking from my view on a little rise on I-80 descending and
circling half the city. The State Capitol’s gold dome shone like the Emerald
City. Road signs for gardens, museums and various art centers were impressive. The picture below is from the web. People drive fast here. I did not dare to snap a picture while fighting the wind, reading signs, and staying on course
You
may be wondering how Etta James, my dog is doing…She’s a bit confused. This morning
she sniffed around a window at the end of a hallway in our hotel, trying to get
outside.
Mostly she sleeps.
See you all tomorrow further west.
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