Trains, Trains, and Trucks...

Apologies to Steve Martin...

This is a short morning post from a restaurant in Kearny Nebraska. Ft. Kearney, for youse Deadwood fans.

Have I mentioned that I-80 is the bloodline in America? The main vein. This means, although it's flat and straight, it's the truckers choice. Not that they're not nice, cuz I love truckers, but there are a boatload of them on this road.

and

The golden spike was set in Nebraska, joining the two railroad lines coming from west to east.

Last night there were unending.... UNENDING trains. Not TOO close to me, but insistent.

and,

according to ancient law

they must blow their whistles constantly...

no...

it's true..

constantly...

ummm...

breakfast.



no.. they weren't that cute...

OH.. forgot.. last night I talked to a single female camper who was traveling to a reunion in Oregon (sigh). She was Air Force and about to go to Korea. We talked about traveling alone, etc. She had a small car that had 250.000 miles on it already. ! She was cute as a bug and already so independent ...

Go Air Force!