Indiana to California: Day 2

Get up, shove the cats in the car, grab some milk, cereal bars and gas and we're back on the road!

Iowa ... yeah, not much to report here. We stopped at a A&W in the middle of nowhere for lunch. Chili dogs are good. I bought a postcard of a cow's behind -- I'm not sure that's the image Iowa wants to project.

Onto Nebraska!

No, wait, Nebraska doesn't deserve an exclamation point. Onto Nebraska.

It's boring, it's flat, and it's huge. Omaha was bigger than I expected, but it looked like three-fourths of the state's population was concentrated there.

We stopped at outside Omaha at a gas station so old and scary I refused to buy lemon drops. They looked like they'd been there since time began. And there was a bunch of photos on the wall about the big meth bust at the station a few weeks back.

There were some Old West-type attractions advertised, but for the most part, there's no good reason to go to Nebraska. We did see the Great Platte River Road Arch, though, which comes out of friggin' nowhere.

Stop again for gas and postcards. At this point, we just want out of this pie-loving state.

There is a notable difference in the scenery when you pass into Wyoming. It's beautiful!

We passed through the Medicine Bow National Forest, and saw the Lincoln Monument, which apparently marks the highest point of I-80.

Didn't see as many cows as I expected to, but we did see a great vintage iron sign from the Laramie County Cowbelles urging us to eat beef.

We were going to stop for the night in Cheyenne, but everything near the interstate looked hinky, so we pushed on to Laramie.

Laramie is an adorable little college town. I love college towns. We checked into the Ramada, had a nice dinner at a brew pub-type place called The Altitude, and called it a night.