So It Begins

Well, we've arrived. We left Portland Monday morning at 5:20 a.m., beat the traffic through downtown, and were on the open road before most people were hitting snooze for the first time. We rolled into Iowa at about 5 p.m. Wednesday.

One thousand, nine hundred, thirty-six and one-half miles; thirty-four hours; seven tanks of gas; endless stretches of good-ol'-American countryside.

There's nothing like driving across country, or half way across country, to make you realize just how big, how empty, and how flat this country really is. Once we hit The Dalles and got out of the Gorge (an hour into the trip, mind you) the landscape went unchanged for huge stretches of time.

Eastern Oregon on one long stretch of high plains desert, with big skies, lots of sage brush, the occasional tumble weed rolling by, and no trees. Having known mostly western Oregon in my time there, I am always amazed at how different the eastern part of the state looks. Billy the Kid could ride by chasing Crazy Horse while Doc Holliday robs a stage coach and I wouldn't be surprised. At least there's some mountains in the distance.

Idaho, Utah, Wyoming - all pretty much the same. Loooooooooooooooong stretches of high plains desert. Except for the mega-metropolis that is Boise. I've heard great things about that City, but I didn't even know we were there until Kimberly told me. Looks like a small town.

Anyways, lots of long stretches where the road doesn't turn and it looks like you're driving to the edge.

There was a stretch when we got on I-80 in Utah, where we went through an amazing canyon with rock outcroppings, and pillars, and beautifulness. Kimberly tells me Zion and Bryce Canyon National Parks are even more beautiful, so we'll have to go some day.

So on our first day, we drove for 15 hours and went through 4 states. Four. Back east, they call that your morning commute. But we made it half way to our destination.

Day two: 10 hours, 2 states. All of Wyoming (man, it's big) and half of Nebraska. I think some of these states need to do some dividing. It would make me feel like I was making better progress.
Back when I lived in Seattle, I used to go to Nebraska for work occasionally. Well, I-80 was my old stomping ground, so I was familiar with North Platte, Cozad, Kearney, and all the others on this stretch.

We ended up eating in a small diner in Cozad called the Green Apple. Breakfast, served hot and quick by a 70-year old woman, for $10. Perfect.

Then, Kimberly had her first experience with the Arch Monument in Kearney (actually, located over I-80). She could hardly contain her excitement. I couldn't.

On Day Three, we finished up Nebraska, enduring a closure of I-80 between Lincoln and Omaha because of an overturned truck, and entered Iowa.

It was very anticlimactic. I was expecting bells or fireworks or flashing neon. All we got was a sign.

The past day and a half, we've been settling in to our apartment. It's a little small, and straight out of the 'not aesthetically appealing' school of design, but it's perfectly fine. We met our neighbor, who was very nice and immediately proceeded to give us 4 ears of corn; no joke, the first day we are in Iowa, and we got corn as a gift. You can't make this stuff up.

We met some of Kimberly's 'co-workers' and they were also super nice. Everyone is sncouraging us to go to the State Fair, which started today and is supposed to be the best in the country (even better than the Minnesota fair). We're not sure if we're going; lots of unpacking to do still, and Kimberly is busy all next week. It's also really hot. Really hot. 'No one goes outside' hot.

What was really funny is that all of them, upon hearing that we were from Oregon, and I was originally from Boston, said 'Well, this will be culture shock for you.' Not too encouraging.

But all in all, so far, so good.

To top it off, this is how the sky looked our first night here; not sure if this is beautiful or an approaching tornado. That's probably an important distinction.