Tuesday, August 16

We got up this morning, gassed up the RV, and got going at about 8am.  Checking in and out of the RV park was interesting.  There was no one in the office.  Business was transacted in cash on the honor system.  Not exactly like Chicago.

As we passed through Des Moines Iowa, we waved to Charity Randolph.  Later we passed through Omaha Nebraska and waved to the Levisons.  What a shame they never saw us, because we kept going.  We had a view of a lot of corn, beans, hay, and cattle.  Iowa was hilly, but so far Nebraska is really flat and as exciting as passing through Ohio.

Uncle Don called Uncle Tony today to let him know where we were.  Uncle Don told him I was driving, and Uncle Tony said we should take our time.  How did he know about my lead foot?

The campground tonight is in Chappell Nebraska, near where Colorado takes a bite out of Nebraska’s butt.  I just had a shower, and a quick storm just passed through.  So when I smell the fresh scent of fertilizer through my window, I know it isn’t me anymore.

Today, Buster didn’t snap or bark at me; he actually rubbed up against me and asked to be petted.  I guess he has decided I might be family after all.  Or is he setting me up for something big?  He doesn’t like the idea that I sit in the front seat and he gets the floor.  (He refuses to sit in the back seat.)

The mileage for today is 633, bringing our total to 961.  Not bad for two old men tooling along with no time table, eh?