It’s Sunday evening, almost quarter to seven, and we’re sailing across Nebraska. Or driving in the high 70s as another beautiful summer day starts to think about the impending setting of the sun.
Nebraska is flat, the road is straight, and the trains of the Union Pacific RR keep running along our left side. There is a bit more traffic today. Local tourists? Other highway history buffs? Folks heading to Grandma’s for dinner? Or heading home after a big midday meal.
The landscape is starting to change. Grassy hills to the right of us, a long long coal train to the right. As usual there’s a town up ahead with a water tower and a grain silo that you can see for miles.