Wake up to potential thunderstorms / tornados / who knows? --
our first precip of trip,
so
beat a
hasty retreat east,
as the fronts scud southeast, and, in short order, in the clear, overland from the Platte River Valley
to the environs of
Lincoln,
for a supply stop,
then on towards Omaha,
over the Missouri into Iowa.
Council
o-
wuffs!
Near the
windmills
of
for re-fueling,
seemingly endless rolling hills of cornfields-to-be to a charming Vistors
Center
just about across the state,
and,
ta-da,
the
Mississipi River, soon (unlike most of Mark Twain [1835-1910]'s The Adventure Finn [1884]) on the Illinois side.
A
charming second-for-the-daily-drive
petrol stop in Andover
(not quite our Massachusetts experience,
but reasonably reminiscent),
and we make a
play for
Peoria,
dining Mexicanishly once more,
this time al fresco at Kouri's Pub, before another delightful night... 61st day of summer back home, high up 3 to 81, with uncharacteristic, though minor, rain: .03, same as last moisture (April 19), for a total of 46.27 since July 1...
Kearney, 75
Des Moines, 78
Peoria, 76
