Day Two - Iowa City to North Platte

THEY LIED! Our royally Olde English hotel had quite a disappointing continental breakfast. Actually, it was pitiful. It was served by the pool, which was pretty fun-looking, but the selection was paltry.

I wish I had more to report than "Oh hey, Nebraska." There were signs everywhere, screaming about "Buffalo Bill Cody here!"

...he was never there.

The only interesting element of Nebraska was the sky. Suddenly it was as if the sky was enormous, and prepared to eat me. My mind could hardly handle it. By the time we set up shop at the Howard Johnson in North Platte, the sky looked like it was going to unleash all the fury of lightning on us...and it was awesome. Terrifying, even.

We checked into our office-sized hotel room, courtesy of a lovely elderly lady with tattooed eyebrows, who fervently expressed her love for Adam Lambert.

"He's edgy! He has such personality. I can't wait to meet him some day."

I hope the breakfast here is better...the water still tastes like iron.