Spring Waning Bloodroot Moon
My usual method of travel is mosey. I like slow travel, paying attention to the countryside and stopping when an interesting site shows up. I’ve never understood the folks who drive straight through, as if travel was only about making it to a destination, for me travel is the destination. Except for yesterday and today. I drove to Lincoln, Nebraska yesterday and came back today. It was doable. I only stopped to put gas in the truck and once to grab a hamburger, otherwise I ate food packed by Kate, a wonderful road food preparer.
(Above: Nebraska Capitol. R. Iowa Capitol Building. I saw it from I-235.)
My destination was a Motel 6 just off I-80 north of Lincoln. Apparently Motel 6 and pets are friendly. I don’t know because we don’t travel with our dogs. I met Jon there. He drove east through slushy snow while I drove west on clear roads with sun yesterday and back with cloudy but clement weather today. Sollie and Gertie are now in their crate in our upstairs entry way after an evening of sniffing and being sniffed, a couple of tussles over doorways and such. To be expected.
I got three-quarters through a long audio book and have arrived back home as if I never left. Didn’t feel like travel to me. Felt more like long-haul trucking. Which it was, I guess.
This is family stuff, the sort of things families do for each other, even if separated by many hundreds of miles.