The Old Wolf Express - Day Two
Oct. 8th, 2009 07:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theoldwolfI don't know which is worse... no connectivity, or connectivity that's supposed to be good and is so slow that I merely want to rip my fingernails out with a pliers.
Yarg!
Sitting in an Arby's connected to a Pilot truck stop. Full of a free cheese roast beef that I scored for filling out a survey. Thus, with my limited connectivity, I feed you:
The Old Wolf Express - Day Two
The day's driving was uneventful and I was blessed once again with good weather – El Shaddai is great, my prayers are being answered. Nebraska is long and flat – Just west of Omaha is what must be the straightest section of interstate in the nation. God bless our farmers.
As the freeway south of Omaha took me within 3 miles of Selden, a Freefall forumite whom I have visited in the past, I took the opportunity to pay him a brief call – paying $1.25 each way to cross a teeny tiny bridge across the Platte river, and have pleasant words with the ancient of days who guarded the tollbooth. Selden's family has a beautiful homestead in the hills outside of Plattsburgh – and two adorable Corgis. Haha! This time I was able to get through town without the evil officer Sloat giving me a ticket.
Made it to Kansas City at about 6:10 after navigating construction delays and stalled cars, where I met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dragonet2 at Chubby's diner for dinner – it was a delightful meeting, and I enjoyed meeting another virtual friend in RL. She is very knowledgeable about science fiction conventions, and I learned much. Dinner was your typical diner fare, but I had breakfast – french toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and a huge biscuit with gravy that would have made a whole meal… *belch*.
After dinner I drove south to Olathe, where I had a brief but wonderful meeting with a cousin whom I have not seen for years and years. Also met her two pleasant sons, aged 12 and 15, who must be God's testosterone kings – these boys both look about 8 years older than they really are. By the hoary head of Mogg's grandfather, I have seen hyperpilosity, and it is frightening!
Found a Petro truck stop at N 39º 0'58", W 94º 7'57" – a huge affair with very nice facilities for truckers – showered up and then around midnight scooted down the road to a truck parking area with a dark corner. Slept like a stone and awoke the next morning at 9:00 to a beautiful, sunny fall morning. Who knows what the day will bring?
Yarg!Sitting in an Arby's connected to a Pilot truck stop. Full of a free cheese roast beef that I scored for filling out a survey. Thus, with my limited connectivity, I feed you:
The Old Wolf Express - Day Two
The day's driving was uneventful and I was blessed once again with good weather – El Shaddai is great, my prayers are being answered. Nebraska is long and flat – Just west of Omaha is what must be the straightest section of interstate in the nation. God bless our farmers.
As the freeway south of Omaha took me within 3 miles of Selden, a Freefall forumite whom I have visited in the past, I took the opportunity to pay him a brief call – paying $1.25 each way to cross a teeny tiny bridge across the Platte river, and have pleasant words with the ancient of days who guarded the tollbooth. Selden's family has a beautiful homestead in the hills outside of Plattsburgh – and two adorable Corgis. Haha! This time I was able to get through town without the evil officer Sloat giving me a ticket.
Made it to Kansas City at about 6:10 after navigating construction delays and stalled cars, where I met
dragonet2 at Chubby's diner for dinner – it was a delightful meeting, and I enjoyed meeting another virtual friend in RL. She is very knowledgeable about science fiction conventions, and I learned much. Dinner was your typical diner fare, but I had breakfast – french toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and a huge biscuit with gravy that would have made a whole meal… *belch*.After dinner I drove south to Olathe, where I had a brief but wonderful meeting with a cousin whom I have not seen for years and years. Also met her two pleasant sons, aged 12 and 15, who must be God's testosterone kings – these boys both look about 8 years older than they really are. By the hoary head of Mogg's grandfather, I have seen hyperpilosity, and it is frightening!
Found a Petro truck stop at N 39º 0'58", W 94º 7'57" – a huge affair with very nice facilities for truckers – showered up and then around midnight scooted down the road to a truck parking area with a dark corner. Slept like a stone and awoke the next morning at 9:00 to a beautiful, sunny fall morning. Who knows what the day will bring?
