Aawwoooo

That's me howling like the wind. For about a half day crossing Missouri from Hannibal to St. Joseph, the wind died down; then, resumed as I turned north along the Missouri River valley. Looks like the predictions have wind ahead of me for the next two days.

It's warm here just west of Lincoln, Nebraska in the Cobbler Inn. When they call their place an Inn they get to charge an extra $20 per night. Still, I was promised a Continental Breakfast tomorrow morning which beats the place in Hannibal that didn't bother with making coffee. This place is downright comfy-cozy. It's the Inn thing.

I was in Iowa about five minutes before passing into Nebraska that begins with a big bluff overlooking the Missouri River. There is a private museum there dedicated to reproductions of the Lewis and Clark equipment including the pirogues and boats. Its location at the top of the bluff is where, according to the journals, that Clark first saw the great plains. Here is a snap of the view back toward the river below...

Ever since I left Telford I have had this funny feeling that Toby should be on the seat next to me in the car, getting out of the car in his harness and leash, wandering all over the motel room and sleeping on part of a big bed. Wendy texts that he is fine.