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