I slept in until after 10:00 this morning. Mark had to come in and wake me up. He said I slept through a doozy of a storm last night with lightning that lit up the whole bedroom and crashing thunder. I didn’t hear a thing. When we go west, we gain two hours, but when we go east, we lose two hours. Add that to the late nights I’ve been keeping, and you can understand why I was so tired yesterday and last night.
It was so rainy today that I only took thirty-four pictures. I don’t have much to show for crossing halfway through Nebraska today.
Mark was watching the odometer closely. Near exit 60 on Highway 80, about an hour east of the border of Iowa, the odometer turned to 70,000 miles. When we bought our RV, it had 25,000 miles on it!
We had pulled over in Shelby to see if we could find any place to camp near Des Moines, which was as far as we thought we could get tonight, but every place we called wanted to charge $60-$70 for the night. I had the presence of mind to look at Marshalltown as a possibility.
I have a praise from today… A couple of times during the heavy rain, the pickup truck behind us started to fishtail and Mark momentarily lost control of the RV, but God’s hand of protection and Mark’s quick action saved us from jack-knifing. Hopefully, tomorrow will be less wet.