Well, Dorothy -- we're in Kansas. I'd hoped to make it most of the way through the state, but I pooped out after 6 hours of driving and found a truck stop with electrical power and hot showers. Enough driving for one day!
I've mentioned before that when I'm driving I can't take photos. You'll just have to use your minds' eyes. I've been driving through rolling prairie, watching the Minnesota snow give way to Iowa's stubble fields with occasional snow, and now Nebraska's and Kansas' obviously soft ice on rivers and ponds. Don't go out there now. There were snowmobile tracks on the rivers in Minnesota. I've been fascinated with hawks perched atop power lines, maybe one per mile, each one watching quietly for field prey as intently as a fisherman watching a bobber and hoping for a bite. I giggled yesterday a bit, when I passed a sign in Iowa pointing off to "Hawkeye Point -- the high part of the state -- 1,670 feet"! I realize that may sound pretty high if you live in Florida or Louisiana, but folks from the western part of this continent will likely be as amused as I was. (Why, Minnesota goes all the way up to 2,301 feet!)
I'm happy to report that it's warmed up as I'd hoped. I'm done with long underwear for the trip! I'll be able to put water in the trailer tank soon! I think I can switch from boots to sneakers! And things seem to be working commensurately better in the Princessmobile. I discovered this morning that the inverter I had installed last summer actually has enough oomph to run the microwave. I'm thrilled. Now I hope I can find decent truck stop coffee before I get around to brewing my own! The chains around here offer multiple bean varieties and brews, but even the "strong" and "rich" stuff from this truck stop chain seems insipid.
As for food: this morning I made a peanut butter sandwich -- whoopee -- and didn't bother taking a photo. A little after noon I was decidedly peckish and realized I've been jonesing for pizza for a while.
One and a half slices were lunch. Gooey, fatty, but pretty good. Two slices were dinner, after I was mostly set up and incredibly hungry.
If you're horrified at the idea of salad from a paper plate, then look away now. This was the rest of dinner.
Why dirty a paper plate when there's just enough greenery left from a salad mix in one of those ready-to-eat plastic bins? It's headed for the trash anyway.
