"The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry," and the start of the expedition out to the Yellow Stone proved no exception. Plans to arrive in Lincoln for sunset were quickly derailed by a need for sustenance. We could have forged ahead but maintaining amicable relations among our crew felt more important.
Approaching Tracy, a prior recommendation came to mind, and the Country Cafe happily supported the previously mentioned effort with a quick and delicious meal that surpassed expectations. Fat and happy, nobody cared that the last 100 or so kilometers of the day would be under cover of darkness.
A pause for fuel on a bluff near Rock Port in Missouri enabled an opportunity to momentarily admire the ongoing descent of the great ball of fire in the sky. The situation left little time for any other diversions, though that was understood to be a facet of this leg of the journey. Indeed, we hardly even noticed passing through Iowa.
Lincoln appeared shortly after without incident, and any concerns related to our first host quickly evaporated. Bridgepoint Inn & Suites offered a friendly, clean and well-kept establishment. While nothing fancy, those three points go a long way towards supporting the proper state of mind on any expedition.
Dusting ourselves off and settling in, a celebratory walk across the street enabled acquisition of a dose of hot chocolate and cookies. That put the day in perspective, readying the soul for the coming stretch across Nebraska and Wyoming in our quest to reach Yellowstone.
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