Greetings from Missouri. We rolled in to St. Joseph, Missouri after another 12-hour travel day, and all I can say is Nebraska? Are you kidding me? Maybe it was because we had just gotten done enduring two days of barren moonscape scenery, but driving from the Western to Eastern edge of Nebraska was what one refers to when talking about straws and the backs of camels. About the time I was ready to fall into a driving coma, we made a sharp right hand turn in Lincoln City. Then, in the most amazing miracle of nature, we started to see green. Lots and lots of green. Oh Northeastern Iowa, you lush little manx, where have you been all my life?

As you can see from the photos, I my attention span only lasted so long before I resorted to taking shots of the sky and my feet.