Getting away early about 7:00 AM, we head west into the heart of Nebraska, looking for breakfast. We get breakfast in Kearney, NE, and a bagel. Mmmmmm good. Breakfast is the only thing edible at McD’s. We get across Nebraska in style, stopping occasionally to stretch and walk the ankles down to size. Ogallala was nice. We press on, 400 miles of Nebraska, until we hit Wyoming, mile post 401. Aaaaaaghhhh!
After Cheyenne, Laramie, and Rock Springs, we are getting closer to Little America, WY, and can’t wait. 50¢ ice cream cones. So we stop, get a table in coffee shop, order a chicken quesadilla, and a bowl of clam chowder. I eat all the crackers, and get the ice cream cones. I tell the waitress that we go to the small Little America in SLC and get the rolls, she take the hint I dropped and brings us 3 with butter and jelly. Mmmmmm. Left her a big tip. Forgot the FM transmitter on the table, so I go back and they have given it to the front desk, where the two girls are trying to figure out what it is. I tell them and we get back on the road again.
Evanston means we are almost there, drive down through Heber and Provo Canyon, to home. Home by 9:30PM, another 15 ½ hours, 892 miles, 50¢ ice cream cones, 3 states, home again, ankles swollen.
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