I drove 400 miles today. We switch drivers about every hundred, but I put my last two-hundred in in one clump because Geo and #3 were having a backgammon tutoring session in the back seat, and #4 was out like a light in the front seat next to me.
Though only under a foot tall, there was corn as far as the eye could see on both sides of the freeway. A nice green change after Wyoming, which seems to struggle just to feed the bazillion cattle.
We have enjoyed the evening lightning shows. It bolts to the ground and flashes across the wide sky, with not even a hint of thunder. We called it heat lightning, when I grew up.
I-80, Nebraska mile marker 338, is where the mass murder of fire flies took place tonight. Let the record show that I did not intentionally run into them, but we did get a kick out of the green glow streaks on the windshield.
Tomorrow we have a short driving day of only 200 miles. We are excited to be taking my blog friend Erin, of Together For Good, and her family to dinner outside of Des Moines, Iowa. I haven't met Erin in real life, but have respected her writing and her faith since I started reading her blog a couple of years ago.
My guys enjoying a well-earned dinner in North Platte, Nebraska.