We awoke at our Ramada, ate a nice breakfast and started our way across Nebraska, heading back to Chicago after a sweet week of Colorado delight.
There's lots of these wind-generators in Nebraska. You can even see them being trucked across the country via truck. It takes one truck to haul each one of the blades and the tower is in three pieces, each hauled by it's own truck. Even at our greenest, Josh points out, we're still using a whole lot of fuel.
Allen drove for the first leg, we stopped to gas up and let Greg take over the wheel as we coasted into our destination for the evening.
We stopped in Des Moines, IA to switch drivers again (this time to the lovely Erika Brett) and decided to check out a local street fair that was going on off a few downtown streets. The only problem is, we couldn't figure out how to get in. All the vendor entrances were sealed up and we couldn't find any pedestrian entrances on our side of the river. So we just turned around and headed toward Davenport for our evening rest.
Oh yeah, while we were in Des Moines, we saw this building. Some say it's the Capital Building, but we think it's the Iowa Vatican, housing the Pope of Iowa, ruler of all that is agrarian.
Our final evening on the tour brought us into the Ramada Inn in Davenport, IA, where we gladly rested after our day of driving and prepped up for our final day of driving, a short four hour stint back into Chicago and the conclusion of our run into Colorado.
Rippin' it up,
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