Nebraska.
I guess Colorado didn’t get its own post. Hm. Okay, quickly:
Colorado: Of course there was a double rainbow for the entire lighted drive of Colorado. The scenery is unparalleled. It’s just one gorgeous stream next to a grandiose mountain by a waving field populated by, like, gamboling fucking sheep. Give it a rest, Colorado. You’re making the other 49 look bad.
Okay, anyway. I’m pretty sure the shitass Wal-Mart truck was on its way to Lincoln, Nebraska. Yikes. So Lincoln is just about the most terrible place I’ve been to with no redeeming qualities, and it makes Minde’s internal fortitude for living there for 8 months so strong I would believe it if she pooped out diamonds. Also, holy humidity. And the crickets there know no god; they are the size of plums.
By this time it had become apparent to me that Ferdinand is truly the greatest, most patient, sweetest and best monkeydog that has ever lived. That little dude sat nicely in his car seat, safely buckled in, for hours and hours without complaint. He peed when we told him to, ate what he was given, and kept his snoring soft so we could hear the audiobook. Every truck driver at every diesel stop was enamored of him. In fact, we had to make a sudden pit stop because he had yakked up some water onto his car seat (I think he felt the presence of the Wal-Mart driver). We pulled over into a gas station and there was a Mini rally going on. A lady came over to where Scott and Ferdinand were walking and actually requested that Ferdinand be brought over to the Mini lineup for a photo op! (Normally, I charge for these services, but since I was wiping up yak, I allowed it. ) I only have blurry pictures of him from the car, but check out how cute he is:
He’s wearing a coolie coat. It’s all the rage with the smashedface crowd. I think the fact that my dog owns clothing from REI means that he’s officially more sportiv than I am. I’m fine with that.
Next: Iowa and Minnesota!
