Wyoming -> Nebraska....

We attempted to wake up at 7am, but rolled out of bed by 8 and made it down for breakfast by 9. We enjoyed our waffles and cereal as President Obama delivered his speech about the American ambassador killed in Libya. As Obama spoke, his image plastered on a super imposed red background on the screen of Fox News, Alix and I realized that most likely everyone around us were thinking negative thoughts about this man. I wanted to get up and cheer after his speech, but Alix reminded me how many people around here have guns. I sat down, reluctantly enduring the newsa nchors from Fox critiquing and twisting what the President had said.
We hit the road again, said goodbye to Americas Best Value Inn with its freight style elevator and single, uncomfortable bed.


Alix began the driving and we headed out east. I enjoyed the Western feel of Wyoming, with the log cabins sporadically placed throughout the fields, black cows dotting the landscape and horses of every color and marking flicking their tails in the wind. The land had the flavor of the old west culture, signs for saddle shops and fireworks as well as beef invited us to stop. 400 miles later we made it to Cheyenne. We switched drivers and I put on the course on PTSD we had downloaded from Itunes U. It turned out even the audio course was Christian influenced, fitting in with the culture around us. We scanned the radio and just about every station was playing either music which was dedicated to Jesus or God, and even the talk shows were interpreting the bible. We reflected on how different ones perspective turns out when they are constantly inundated with information about a particular religion.


We passed a giant cross which advertised Bible camp, and even the books available at the rest stop were all about Christianity.
The landscape evolved from low winding hills covered with short green shrubs and grass, to large fields which were mostly a dried out tan color, with a handful of them a brilliant green, precious water spraying over them. Gradually we began to see more cornfields and the land flattened out. We entered into Nebraska.


The next 5 hours of driving were a blur of cornfields, large industrial sections of buildings, and the occasional signs for fast food, adult stores, or liquor stores. We aimed to arrive in Grand Island, just past Kearney Nebraska and spend the evening there. It was 9pm, lightly raining and pitch black dark out on the roads. We called every single hotel in town as well as in the next town over and were dismayed to find out every last room was booked solid. We asked why and were explained that it is Husker Day, named for the university but actually a big market and fair for the area.


We sighed, got some dinner and Alix chugged on for another 100 miles and made it to Lincoln, Nebraska.