A more representative shot of their rig.
For our grub stop we chose The Tow Line outside of Fremont, co-owned and co-operated by that jolly guy at left, who we both worked with in a different time, at a different place.
That cumulonimbus incus threatened to give us a wet beginning to our camping, but it didn't follow up.
whc02mcdonald and his bride tested the capacities of their kid's pull-behind bike.
After much insistence over the last few months that she would never ever do so (we dropped the subject), Tater Tot unexpectedly pulled a 180 and proclaimed her desire to sleep up front in the cot, and did so with great success.
Having parted ways, we checked out the Henry Doorly Zoo, from above even. The zoo's parking lot on 10th Street is now Ludwig's Easternmost known point.
A propos of nothing, TT dubbed these cheetahs "Sally" and "Elizabeth".
No visit to Lincoln is complete without a stop at the capitol, easily the nation's finest (no kidding).
The view from the observation deck. That's Ludwig, second from the right on the near side.
Two dudes who used to work together, when they had a little more hair and a lot smaller guts.
Now headed West again, we stopped to inspect K's farm. That's K at left.
You'll not likely find a picture more stereotypically emblematic of Nebraska.
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