Hot Sauce

Today Heather and I set out for Springfield after a healthy, hearty hostel breakfast.

It quickly became apparent to us that there would be little staring out of windows today. We brought books along to read to each other across the country, but if the complicated directions in our route 66 guidebook continue, the trip will proceed like this: Heather drives, I read the directions, and when the directions stop making sense we pull over and Heather makes it work again.

We were introduced to the feeling of being half in the middle of nowhere but half somewhere. The snow spread flat and largely uninterrupted except for roads and industrial shindigs and power plants.

Signs would pop up: "Town Name : Population 500" or even 2500 for one town. One town described itself as a small town with a big heart, which was very sweet.

We stopped for some legendary hot dogs which were pretty much hot dogs, and photo ops along the way "Look over THERE! Pull over!"

As the light faded our quest for Springfield became more frantic. Would our exhausted minds make it? No, let's just get to Lincoln and stay the night.

No doubt due to the season and a God that loves us, sister and I found a hotel room. I feel like a queen in my queen bed.

Also, there is a man named Billy Bob who lives in Chicago and is looking for work and makes YouTube videos and wants to make a Wizard of Oz remake based on the healthcare system and wants to be a motivational speaker. His favorite restaurant gives him hot sauce whenever he walks in, and he told us where a better sign was for The Beginning of route 66. I wish him the best.