Two goals are motivating us: staying ahead of the worsening weather and getting home.
Strong gales announce our arrival in Nebraska. Ric is visibly worn out from trying to keep the rig on the road. We consider abandoning our plans and pull into a Cabela’s, thinking that we will wait out the storm, but the signs posted indicate that there is no water hookup and suggest precautions in the event of a tornado.
We decide to carry on down the road an hour or so to the next RV park.
On top of it all, I woke up this morning to discover an outbreak of raised, itchy bumps all along my hairline, neck and shoulders. Likely an allergic reaction, although I cannot determine the cause. My allergies have been bothering me for days. My teeth are starting to hurt again, also, making it difficult to eat. I am out of sorts.
The RV Park is no more than a farmer’s field, just off the highway, with a handful of hookups. We pull into a site and wait for someone to show up at the office. We are the only ones here.
“How would you feel about driving at night?” Ric asks me, consulting his weather app. “The winds are supposed to die down overnight and pick up again by morning.”
It sounds like a good plan, so we don’t bother to hook up or put the slides out. He naps, and I do some painting and catch up with some computer work. We have had sporadic wi-fi connections along the way, and ironically, it is good here in the middle of nowhere.
He sleeps for a couple of hours and then I make dinner, and after we try to nap again before getting back on the road, but neither of us can, so at 11:00 p.m. we are on our way.
The plan is to stop at a rest area after a couple of hours and sleep till morning. There is less traffic at night, which is nice, but we hit work zones and Ric finds the nonstop orange cones to be tiring, so we look for a place to pull over. He rests a bit and we start out again. I note that the rest areas have a ten-hour limit – perfect for catching some z’s.
Except every rest and truck stop after this is full, and we have no choice but to push on. Eventually, we decide to pull off the road at Yorke, Nebraska and find a Wal-Mart. It is 3:30 a.m. and we don’t even bother to check in with the store. We pull up behind another RV and crash.
At 7:15, the sound of rigs pulling out wakens us. The winds have picked up. There is an RV park nearby, but not much else.
“Should we drive another hour up the road to Lincoln, or stay here for two nights?”
Ric makes himself a coffee, and decides he wants to push on. Better to be holed up in a bigger center.
So here we are at a KOA, thirty miles from Omaha. The campground is comfortable, and after an overdue shower and nap, we unhook the truck and drive into town to pick up some essentials.
“Bad weather coming tomorrow, for sure,” our host at the RV park tells us.
We are snuggled in, safe and sound.
Only thing I can share about Nebraska so far, apart from the wind, is that we have lost the blossoms of spring that we loved in the west – the trees here have not yet stirred from the death of winter.