We left early this morning on our cross country trip from eastern Colorado to the Mackinac Bridge in upper Michigan. I mean way north, eh? Driving across Nebraska was so lush and green for this time of the year. The soybeans fields were thick, the corn that hadn’t seen hail was tall and green with huge ears, and the state was out mowing the roadside grasses growing out of control!

It’s funny what you see when you take a road trip. Passing an old school bus painted like a sunrise in a thick forest, we decided it was a “hippy” bus, a throw-back. I love it when you pass bunches of semis, cars, travel-trailers, and pick-ups, and I wave as we go by. Then we stop for fuel or our roadside park picnic (fried chicken, popcorn, grapes and pasta salad pulled from the cooler) and when we get back on the highway, we pass all the same people again.

Stopping for ice-cream with my college student son and then dinner with family is the best and mine really is the best! Overnighting in Council Bluffs, Iowa and all is quiet tonight in this normally crowded and noisy casino town. Tomorrow, it’s off through Iowa and facing the drive around Chicago which we feel will be our biggest challenge with the antique tractor-loaded trailer and our patience. Thinking of the farm will sooth frayed nerves. I hope.