So long, Michigan.

Momma Jan and I have made a pit stop for the night about two-thirds of the way through Nebraska. The fields on fields on fields today were too much to handle. Just so much to look at so we decided we deserved a break. If you've driven I-80 before, you know this is a complete joke. There is absolutely nothing to look at, unless you have a fascination with corn, which unfortunately I do not.

We left just after seven this morning and went through to Iowa until we hit E and were in need of more petro. Low and behold, this happened at the same time that we came across the I-80 truck stop which happens to be the largest truck stop in the world. #bucketlist. We stopped and fueled up and looked around inside. Those places definitely attract a unique population... we were in and out in less than ten minutes and back on the road.

"From the hills of Montezuma... to the shores of Tripoli..." or something like that. I finally understand this song. Well part of it at least. We drove through Montezuma, Iowa, and it definitely was nothing short of hilly. All of Iowa was up and down, leaving my ears popping like crazy. I guess I better get used to that though as we plan to head into the mountains tomorrow.

Nebraska: admitted into the Union in 1867. The most excitement we had this afternoon was seeing trains in the field and once in a while cows. We started out strong on the trip, but after ten hours,cabin fever set in. The white cheddar popcorn we had for lunch wasn't quite holding us over and we were getting sick of each other. (That second part isn't true, Momma Jan was a hoot today as always). We finally stopped in North Platte for dinner around 8:00. Fairly drained, we're ready for bed and a short day of driving tomorrow.

Thanks for the prayers and encouragement as I have begun this potentially life changing experience!