At this moment my backside and legs aren’t convinced that pushing so hard for two days in a row was a good idea but as I look at the schedule for the next three days I’m glad that most of the miles are behind us. 16 hours of driving yesterday and 12 hours today will put us home (ok Idaho, my home state, not Oregon). We woke up this morning in North Platte Nebraska where it was quite cold, but completely dry and completely flat.
I’m not sure when we crossed our first state line into Wyoming it didn’t seem to happen as quick as it should have in my mind. These Mid-American states are huge, would we really make it to Idaho today? We finished the rest of the Ramona Quimby books, I never remembered her having a baby sister in the books before. I think I might relate with Ramon too much, and the things I don’t relate with I can see in Eve and remember in Suzanne. At lunch time we were crossing the Rockies and stopped at an awesome little truck stop with a Lincoln memorial and a small museum that a worker there opened just for us.
It got dark just before the Idaho boarder so there are no pictures of the sign, and I couldn’t see the mountains but I knew they were there.
I was remembering my last drive down this road on the mad 30 hours straight of driving a round trip through the night from Farmington NM to Boise and back. It made me so glad that Chad was driving and I wasn’t alone and way over tired.