April 12, 2012 - The Long Journey to the Far West

 a freight train in Nebraskie

moving beauty…

haiku on the tracks

clickety-clack

I like Nebraska. I pulled off of Interstate 80 at Ogallala at sunset and found a place to stay the night. Next morning I packed up and took off for StJoMo, oops, I meant to say St. Joseph, Missouri. It turned out to be a long, long day in a very wide state. Set the cruise control at 80 and never looked back. Except to check the mirror.

At Lincoln, I left the Interstate to follow some local roads. I took US 77 south then NE 41 east. I stopped at a Sinclair gas station to top off my tank and buy a gallon of water. When I went back to the car an old geezer was standing if front of it and staring at the Virginia license plate.

He turned to me and said with a grin, “You’re a long ways from Virginie.”

“I’m closer than I was this morning,” I replied, and opened the car door to get in.

Then he sort of hooted and said, “If you say so.”

I climbed in and closed the door. He came around to my window, so I lowered it to hear what he had to say.

“How do you like Nebraskie,” he asked?

I started the car, then leaned out the window.

“I like Nebraskie,” I said. Then I put the car in gear and drove to St Joseph.