6:35 p.m. Central Time
Somewhere in Nebraska, where we’ve been for the last umpteen hours.
We stopped for lunch in Lincoln — the capital city of the great state of Nebraska. We took ourselves for a self-guided tour of the University of Nebraska, including the addition of a new Nebraska sweatshirt for Josh’s wardrobe. Lincoln was a neat town…
“Your ipod? We can’t listen to that!”
Next stop – Gothenburg, Nebraska. We went to the Pony Express station there. The interpreter was great — it took 10 days to get mail from Sacramento to some city in Missouri. The riders would ride for 10-12 miles on a horse, stop at a Pony Express station, switch out horses, and keep going. They’d ride for about 100 miles a day — on upwards of 10 different horses. The Pony Express only lasted for 18 months before it was disbanded with the invention of the telegraph. This station was in the middle of a delightful park, the interpreter was a townie having lived in Gothenburg for 30 years. She quilts in her free time – and sets up American Greetings displays during the winter. Her daughter is in the Army and was stationed in the DC area, so we exchanged thoughts on the Hope Diamond. It was a great little town – population of 3,619 last time we checked. We didn’t stop in to see if there were any new additions to town – we’ve got places to go.
Ethanol gas is subsidized in Iowa and Nebraska — so upwards of 10-cents cheaper than cheap unleaded. The cigarcar seems to enjoy it….as do our credit cards.
Josh is back at the wheel now that the terrain is getting interested — and he has new sunglasses, beef jerky, and some form of scratch-and-sniff lottery ticket. He’s a new man.
Nebraska is a very peaceful state with lots of cows and corn. And alfalfa. And some soybeans. The average American consumes a lot of popcorn annually — its a fact I learned in Gothenburg that I can’t remember in its entirety.
And we just entered the Mountain Time Zone….I think that means Colorado is just around that bend….(for those of you who have never driven through Nebraska, that was a joke —- the road doesn’t turn….ever).
