North Platte, Nebraska (797.6 miles)

So, we've just passed through North Platte, Nebraska. I'm fairly sure many of you haven't been to Nebraska. Today marked my first trip to Nebraska, and, let me tell you, it very well may be my last.

There is literally nothing in Nebraska. Nothing.

While that might be an exaggeration, the scenery in Nebraska is extremely uniform. It's flat. There is corn or hay growing across 90% of the state. There are cows. The cows all adhere to a high standard for stench, and they're a shameless bunch, so when you pass them, they like to make sure you know they're there. There is endless visibility. If Christopher Columbus would've traveled to Nebraska, he might have been able to convince people that the world was, indeed, flat.

Needless to say, we've been making good time. As we get to the extreme western portion of the state, we've actually started to see a few hills along the way. Anyways, it's been a good drive and (save for a few construction zones) we've been moving pretty quickly.

Some "thumbs up" and "thumbs down" from our journey through Nebraska:

-Thumbs up to Cornhusker pride. We've seen at least four red F-150s covered in Nebraska logos, you've gotta represent your state school, right?
-Thumbs up to the random ponds next to the highway that we assume everyone from at least twenty miles around (that's about ten people to be exact) is fishing at. We don't know why you're fishing there, but good luck to you.

-Thumbs down to a blatant lack of exits with services (and also, a lack of named towns). We're not THAT hungry, but we'd like to eat some time in the next thirty miles, you know?
-Thumbs down to cows. Seriously, take a bath you guys.