Wyoming. Nebraska.

Today I woke up to clear skies, and a delicious continental breakfast at the American Inn in Hardin. I downed 2 cups of apple juice, toasted a cinnamon raisin bagel and slathered cream cheese atop its perfectly crunchy surface and finished with instant oatmeal. The waterslide outside looked less than inviting, being covered in snow, still I made a mental note of it for my future life when I come back as a penguin.



As the sun crested over the horizon, I was glad to be on the road again. I still had three hours to go before I made it to Casper, which is where I SHOULD have been leaving from just then.



Wyoming looked like the following picture the entire way. The interstate was hellaciously windy between Sheridan and Casper - so windy that the exit signs
were rippling as I passed, and the mile markers fluttered like thin oragami paper tied to a fan. I passed a semi that was laid out on its side,
excavation project in process, on
the opposite northbound lane. I was
glad I had waited until morning to
drive this stretch.

Pedal to the metal, baby!


There was a Wyoming talk radio show on that was pretty funny - The Bob and Tom show, I think.

Then I got to Nebraska...where they live the good life, apparently... I can't imagine it's a better life than what I'm leaving behind in Montana though.


Anyway, Nebraska looked like THIS the whole way:


Not much different from Wyoming...fewer hills and drier roads. After turning East, the wind was now behind me and I hurtled on to Kearney, Nebraska, arriving after dark.

This morning my trip counter was at 415 miles, and it ended at about 1150, so I put in almost 750 miles today. I am whoooooped. But back on schedule, as I so love to be.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.................