This is the state with maybe two roads, the highway and the not-highway. They are straight for hundreds of miles, it seems. Bugs splatter the windshield at a phenomenal rate. After we drove through, there are probably no bugs in Nebraska.
If you see a tree, it is probably dead - died of loneliness.
No internet signal while one is trying to help one’s girl on the other side of the world to find some papers.
No towns with gas stations, until there is one, but it is under construction.
No traffic, until a farmer pulls out ahead of you with his combine, and his field is waaaaaaay over there.
Pastures are measured in hundreds of acres. Corn fields stretch forever. A few cattle, and fewer horses occasionally dot the landscape.
Then we saw segments of the old original road, probably built on the wagon trails.
And we see some land that is not flat. In fact it is quite rugged, and Nebraska is redeemed: The road actually has to curve to get around the rough lands.
But, but, but.... the world is overpopulated, you know.
ReplyDeleteMrs. Bachmann the way you explain it could almost be a poem.
ReplyDeletePerfect description of my least favorite state on a cross country trip. Second is Wyoming, unless up north in the blue mountains.
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