In the morning busy Peg found the time to give me and Gina a lightning tour of Omaha.
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| No Dorothy, that's not a cowboy... |
Omaha is a sort of artsy place, at least the part I saw. Peg did a little shopping and we then ate a delicious lunch and drank some locally brewed root beer. DEE.vine. I bought a keg bottle of this root beer but to my greatest sadness had to leave it behind because it was not closed off hermetically. Peg will be serving this at her party. It is what it is.
This afternoon I dropped Gina off at the airport, she's on her way back home to her family. I drove on, silent and folorn.
From Omaha, I drove onwards for two hours to the Des Moines West KOA. A short drive but it was late and there was no way I could get further without having to drive in the dark. Long golden hills, many wind turbines between Omaha and Des Moines - this is simply lovely country! I set up my brand new tent (easier than the first one) and built a roaring fire, cooked my supper and made a strong cuppa coffee.
It is cosy sitting here watching the sun go down sitting right next to the golden summer cornfields. Please don't disillusion me with tales of horrific snowbound winters, I'm enjoying this paradise as the fire softly crackles and the crickets gently sing along in the background. And, tonight I heard the yip, yip, whoooooooooooooooooo chorus of coyotes for the first time. It was absolute magic.
So far, I'm loving the trip. It's been a nonstop riot since day one. These two days I'll be sorting out some stuff and writing some things down so I don't forget.
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