Road Trip: A Comedy of Errors, Part 3

Road Trip: A Comedy of Errors, Part 3

Rolling Hills

It is now April 26^th and we are one day behind. We would leave Omaha at 6:00 am to pick up the horses get the trailer hooked up. Kearney is about a three hour drive where we would meet some people (more on that later) for dinner that night. Now remember we are now a day behind and these kind people already delayed our meeting a day. Thankfully they were all flexible. We already had boarding set up there and the hotel reservations switched from the 25^th to the 26^th.   I made it to Omaha with no further incidents. It was a long day but I think I gained a couple hours with the time change.  David picked me up we went to the hotel and I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The View

5:00 am comes earlier in Nebraska then it does in California, two hours earlier to be exact, and my back was killing me and I was exhausted.  But I got myself up and jumped in the shower. David went down to take his luggage to the truck along with the dog. He had not come back by the time I was ready to go. He had taken all his stuff down already so I thought I would save some time and carry my own baggage down to the truck. When I got to the truck David was sitting in the cab reading maps. He saw me walk up to put my suitcase in the back of the truck and asked “Do you want me to put that in the truck for you?” The old me would not have admitted that it would hurt me to do it and insist I could do it myself. The new and exhausted me conceded that I couldn’t without pain and I said yes. I had my computer and important stuff in a computer bag which was heavy in itself so I went around to the passenger side, stowed the bag and climbed in. We sat about 10 minutes getting stuff situated and discussed the short drive.  We headed over to the farm and loaded the trailer, the horses, and let the dog run

88 Miles to Grand Island

Nebraska is where my father’s roots lie. The last time I was there was back in the late 1960’s. I was about ten years old. I was excited to see what Dad’s eyes had seen. Our plan was to drive the three or so hours to Kearney, a short drive where I would meet my cousin, Jim and the son of one of the soldier’s my father served with and his wife for dinner. I could hardly contain my excitement over meeting these people. Real links to my father’s past.

This is what I expected Nebraska to look like

I was amazed in Omaha at the rolling hills. In my mind Nebraska is flat with no hills. Once we left Omaha I saw I was right. We joked, sang to the songs on the radio and really enjoyed each other’s company. Something we had not really been able to do the three years he lived in Canada. David is like a brother to me and I sure have missed him. I was glad he was coming home, my heart was happy. Plus the fact I was going to meet my family for the first time I was excited.

Two and a half hours later we pulled into a rest stop about 20 miles from Kearney and I went to grab something out of my suitcase. It was not there.

Stay Tuned……………………

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