Wednesday, September 21, 2011

STATS

Departure: 12:00 noon
Breakfast: in the RV
Lunch: in the RV at a rest stop
Dinner: in the RV
Arrival: 5:00 pm CT Windmill State Recreation Area, Gibbon, NE
Distance: 160 miles
Comments:
So the dog woke us up at midnight, then again at 4:30, so that she could go outside and smell the night air. She also saw fit to return last night’s dinner onto the floor (too much again?). To provide a reasonable punishment for her, we took her to the vet in the morning, where she got stuck with a needle several times while the vet tried to find a vein. Molli never flinched, however; she just sat there proudly and took it, and looked me straight in the eye as if to say, “Just wait until tonight.” As I write this on Wednesday evening, I’m not sure my shivering is because of the chilly Nebraska air or what I have to look forward to tonight. I’ll report in tomorrow.

We moved into Central Time today, just after we left Ogallala. With the sleepus-interuptus last night, the hour and a half visit to the vet, and the hour sacrificed to the time zone gods, we decided not to go far today (I’ve got a million excuses to stop early).

We found a nice campground in Gibbon, Nebraska, with several small ponds around us, lots of lawn, and not very many people. We would definitely come back here. We took a walk after dark, looking for fireflies, but we didn’t see any; we think it’s too late into the season, or else Molli called ahead and told them to go to bed early, just to spite me.

Finally, I have had a request to identify myself—to let you know who is actually doing the writing here. Just to whom am I referring when I say “I”? I am, of course, referring to myself. But, in the interest of clarity, here goes:

I'm the sun, I'm the falling rain, I'm the kind of man you can't explain. I am the world, I am the sky, I am the sea, I'm anything that you want me to be. (Man, those Bee Gees could turn a phrase, couldn’t they?)

I am not, however, the walrus (the walrus was Paul).

Hope that helps.