I drove clear across Nebraska today! The skies were overcast and the road was bumpy. It made me extremely sleepy, like the lull that puts a baby to sleep when riding in the car. There were dried up corn fields everywhere, so not a lot of exciting scenery to keep me engaged. It was dang cold, especially when I’m used to temperatures around 80 in April in Alabama. It was still not a dreary day, just dreary weather.
The plan was to make it to Iowa and spend the night in Des Moines, but fate had a different plan for me. I got to Des Moines alright and saw a sign for Cracker Barrel at Exit 164. I was sleepy and hungry. Yep, that was the exit for me. I’d find a place to stay close to that delicious hash brown casserole. As luck would have it, I took a wrong turn and that road spit me out on the other side of the city. No casserole for me. Acceptance of the way things turn out sometimes is a hard one for me, even something seemingly insignificant. At first I was mad at myself for making the wrong turn, I took some deep breaths, then tried to think of the positives. I’d be closer to Chicago, which is my next destination, I wouldn’t be in the big and very busy city of Des Moines, and I would not be spending the money to eat out. Tuna it would be!
I ended up in a small town called Newton, Iowa (about an hour East of Des Moines) where the people were super friendly, and had a great sense of humor. They laughingly reinforced what I already knew, there was no Cracker Barrel in town. They helped direct me to a motel close by where I settled in for the night. I ate my trusty tuna, pretending it was hash brown casserole, then crashed hard for the night.