Dispatch #4: Conversations in Nebraska

This morning I had a great conversation with a nice elderly couple as I was eating breakfast on my tailgate at wall mart. The husband looked at my license plate, then joked around with me about whether or not Virginia was in the U.S. I told him that I’d never been to Nebraska before, and that it was HUGE! His wife rolled her eyes, then said in a great deadpan, “Montana’s bigger.” Then she whisked him off.

Oooold wood! An original pony express station in Gotenburg, NE.

Then I drove. A lot. I’m finally out of Nebraska now, hanging out in a coffee shop in Cheyenne, WY. It seems like forever ago that I was in Boston, but it was just Tuesday.

A is Boston, B was my first overnight stop in Toledo, OH. C is where I got the cap door replaced on Wednesday, D is where I slept on Wednesday night. On Thursday night, I slept at E, and now I’m near F!

I have driven over 2,000 miles so far. Whoa. The immensity of the U.S. is staggering.

This train was stopped under a bridge on I-80. It moved just as I was starting to take pictures, disappearing into the distance.