Today was mostly Nebraska. If you've seen Nebraska, you already know how flat it is. Save for some somewhat hilly sections near the Wyoming border and in the southeast, it's flat. Woefully so. But with this flatness comes a kind of rhythmic driving that's great for making fast progress, really listening to your music, and daydreaming.
Nebraska appears to have a unique way of dealing with speeders: ignore
them. With a 75mph speed limit, and a fine of only $20 for going 95mph,
there's no real incentive for the Highway Patrol to stop anyone. In
fact, in the 500 miles I drove across the state, the only State
Troopers I saw were tending to an overturned vehicle.
So, I daydreamed a lot today. The flatness reminded me of visiting Holland with my family when I was around 13. We all kept remarking how flat the landscape was. In the midst of all of this, my younger brother piped up "I've heard of Holland skiing!" Where he got this idea is a mystery to all of us, but it does come up from time to time at family gatherings..to much laughter.
The other thing I thought a lot about is tornadoes. I used to have frequent nightmares about them, I think due in large part to feeling traumatized by seeing Wizard of Oz at a young age. But then I saw one in Ohio one day -- it was a few miles away, and an awesome sight. Since then, my tornado nightmares have vanished.
Brenda and Doug informed me that tornado season was upon us so I was feeling especially paranoid. A good part of the day I was driving through dark and foreboding clouds, some of which were trailing rainy tendrils down to the ground. I kept a watchful eye in this tendril-rich environment lest any of these clouds "organize" itself into a real threat.