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The weather was perfect until Denver so we considered ourselves lucky. A blanket of snow covered the landscape from Concord through Nebraska. When we hit Nebraska it was 40 degrees and raining. Nebraska was endless and bleak but up until that point I had managed to amuse myself making note of billboards and such. " Jesus, Healer of Broken Hearts" next to countless " Adult Super Store " billboards that were bright yellowy orange in color. I also delighted in the weird names of towns; Futonville, Ashtabula, Painesville and Ogallala to name a few. The hay bails in the fields of Ohio looked like bread loaves with white frosting on top. The only signs of life in the midwestern fields were wild animal tracks and snow mobiles; very few people were to be seen. We saw one spectacular sunrise in LeClair, Ill where we also had a memorable meal along the Mississippi River. My next travel blog will have details regarding eating on the road.
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