That’s what she said, Siri that is. She’s been my co-pilot throughout Karin’s excellent adventure. And she’s gotten me everywhere she promised so I try not to argue with her. I fail sometimes, but I do try. Anyway, for the first few days of this trip, it’s been “take exit so and so and drive 125 miles” or something like that. Then I hit Nebraska. Remember Nebraska on all those colorful US map jigsaw puzzles? Right smack in the middle, sort of looked liked the an iron, more wide than it is tall? Yesterday I drove across it, all of it, the wide way. It started innocently enough. Arose with the sun in Council Bluffs, Iowa, got onto I80-W, Siri her usual “make a left here, drive 1000 feet, enter onto the interstate. Then she said it…”and drive 538 miles.” I looked at her, stunned, thinking it was the earliness of the hour, maybe I was too involved in singing along with Chaka Khan and misheard. So I picked her up and looked at her screen. And there it was, in big white letters on a highway sign green background…538 miles. I gulped. 538 miles, most of it Nebraska, until I get to my hotel in Laramie.
Over those 538 miles I saw a horizon’s worth of corn and soybean fields. And center pivot irrigation contraptions that stretched for at least half a mile, throwing off rainbows as the sun hit the water sprays. And cows. You’ve heard of Omaha steaks? I saw them, walking around. Actually, I should clarify that. I smelled them first, before ever spying cow. Ever pass a stockyard? Then you know what I mean. But once I got past the cows, and the eau de cow cloud that followed, I actually did enjoy the ride. A good book on tape, a perfect road tune mix, an assortment of car snacks and rest stop vending machine fare, and you can enjoy 538 miles. Especially if you are looking forward to what lies at the other end.