Just so you know, I've never been this far north and east in my life and, while I am enjoying the scenery and the wildlife a great deal (not so much the road kill...what is it about turtles all over the road out here?), there are some significant cultural differences.
Food: Carl's Jr. is now Hardee's and Best Foods is now Hellmans...little things but you've got to start somewhere.
Accents: They tend to be from all over...this is the melting pot after all. But the best way to speak hotel in the Midwest is with a sub continental lilt in the voice. Think Raj from the Big Bang Theory. And everyone here has been especially kind to me, answering my silly questions and getting me unlost in spite of having a GPS and other techie tools.
Missouri is where large parts of the civil war happened and the period is still planted firmly in memory. This is the first time, outside of a museum or Dukes of Hazzard episode that I've seen confederate flags flying freely. Not complaining or being offended here, just mentioning...
Lots of water...I think I've crossed the Missouri River a half dozen times in the last two days...not lost, just how the river runs through my predetermined route. OK...maybe a little lost...at times.
I'm sleeping better now and feeling better now that I've been able to develop a rhythm on the road and it should last at least until I cross the next time zone. Heading to St. Louis for the weekend where I get my first total rest day and plan to do a little sightseeing and speaking at the CSL center in St. Louis thanks to Rev. Marigene and her loyal flock.
Bruce Out.
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