So, what did we decide to do this time? Detour a little and just take the corner of Nebraska, 'just so we could say we'd been there.' You'll be pleased to know that while the Mouse did not try to drown herself, the Missouri River gave it it's best shot. The river had burst it's banks and whole fields were submerged. It looks very strange to see trees, telegraph poles and those crop-watering machines just poking out of the river. Unfortunately, the bridge we were going to cross, which was about five miles from our Iowa camp site, was closed and we had to detour to the next bridge which was 60 miles away! Oh well, at least we saw a lot of Nebraksa: good if you like cornfields and diversions.
Still, we appreciated our camp site even more, by the time we finally arrrived. Our pitch was right by the lake, where we lit another campfire and made yet more s'mores. The Mouse, TR and I played baseball, only with slightly rounders-like made up rules. (We have no idea how you play baseball. I just hope no one was watching.)
|Mr Ruby and TR light the fire.|
|We packed everything into the RV...|
This was the last night of our trip. By now we'd run out of chocolate and graham crackers (they pronounce that 'gram' here), so we just toasted marshmallows and got eaten alive by giant midges.
|The Mouse and TR shared their bunk.|
|An early breakfast. Note the insect repellent!|
If the Gramps is reading, the little yellow duck is 'Ducky 6', bought with the holiday money you gave to TR. He has some left and is saving it, he assures us, to buy 'Ducky 7' in Chicago.