I woke to the smell of pancakes, sausage, coffee... I think heaven might smell similar.
I was asked if the coyotes kept me awake; having lived next to the "L" I think the quiet keeps me awake.
I could go on and on why this place, these people (Joyce and Del) were so amazing but I want to just highlight some key things.
First I was given a tour of town. I think town entails a mailbox, a flag pole, and a building that dispenses 50lb blocks of salt - which are used for something so awesome I can only describe it with pictures, and I will.
Del took me around in a pickup and we drove through fields (where I saw a badger and was given the craziest history I've heard about a woman who lived in the side of a hill and was given land in return - why this still doesn't happen upsets me - I'd live in a hill).
Del and I.
We drove around quite some time before we came upon these elusive cows but when we found them and delivered the salt the below occurred and it was awesome.
I can't convey how bad ass this was. I've never seen anything like it. I want to work as a farm hand.
After this I was dropped off at school. I got to spend time with Joyce's 3rd grade class. This consisted of 9 children. The 2nd grade class has 3 children. That's madness. Mark Prior and I took a picture as proof positive it was really so. These kids were very cool. They knew crazy farm stuff and asked me if I had ever seen a cow because I grew up in Chicago. I thought to get into Chicago's slaughterhouse history but thought better... although I have a feeling it would probably bother me more than them.
Before I left I went back to the farm to pick up my car and take one last look around, although I hope I can go back for a visit some day sooner than later.
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I drove out around noon and wish I didn't have the rental car so I could have stayed the night.
Leaving at noon with an agenda of driving to Salt Lake City I decided open road open speed limit. The state of Nebraska doesn't agree with this train of thought.
Before the state line I was pulled over for driving 85 in a 75.
I'm not the crying type and I wish I was but I was too tired to bring the helpless girl act so I sat there as an upstanding officer told me "Mam, herrr in Nebrahska we enforce the speed laws through voluntary compliance. Mam, you will voluntary comply to drive the speed limit by me issuing you a citation."
I said "Officer, I'm having a bad life and this isn't a good time. This is a rental and I'm unemployed. Issuing me that citation means I will voluntarily lie in the middle of the highway."
He didn't think this was funny and said if I wasn't ok to drive it was my right to sit on the side of the highway for as long as I liked.
It's nice to know you have the right to sit any where in the wide open that you'd like for as long as you like.
A $119 citation and 20 minutes of sitting on the side of the highway later and I made my way towards Wyoming.
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