Day 3 - Atlantic, Iowa to Laramie,
Wyoming |
Sunday morning, bright and clear -
but you could feel the heat starting to build. And the
wind was more noticeable as well. Actually, the wind
turned out to be a rather constant presence for the rest
of the trip - all the way out, and all the way back
until we got into West Virginia. It came out of the
north, and before the trip was over, we sacrificed our
awning to it. (No, it didn't blow off while
extended...we'll get to it.)
I thought it was also
rather odd that the night before, we'd parked pretty
much way out at the edge of the parking lot, with no
cars around, and yet this morning, when we got up, there
were four or five cars parked RIGHT NEXT to us, as if we
were some kind of mother ship and they had to dock right
next to us. The whole rest of the lot was free, and
these nuts parked right along side. Curious. The first
thing we did was go into the Wal-Mart to buy a microwave.
The one we had in the RV had started life in the house,
but it was getting flaky, so we put it in the RV. It got
even flakier there, so we just decided to chuck it and
buy a new one. $100 microwaves might be some kind of
statement on life in the early 21st Century, not sure.
In any case, we got one, and got it going.
We didn't really do much cooking in
the MW, actually. We had a gas grill for cooking up
things like burgers and hot dogs, and the gas stove and
range in the RV was perfectly adequate. Melissa had her
coffee maker, and all was right with the world. Anyway,
we got directions back out to I-80, and trundled our way
back out. The road here from I-80 was not just a
straight shot, had we gone back the way came in last
night it would have meant back tracking a couple of
miles or so, so we got directions to the next westward
entrance to I-80. It just involved cruising down an Iowa
country road for a couple of miles, but it put us back
on the big road with no problem, and we weren't really
in that much of a hurry. As we headed towards
Omaha, more and more large wind turbine farms appeared
on the horizon, smack dab in the middle of the corn and
cows. The towers are huge, they seem much taller than
the ones I've seen around here. I guess every little bit
helps. Curious though as to their payback. How
long will it take to amortize a half-million dollar
windmill like that, I wonder? And how long for a farm
with about 40 of them? |
The Mother Ship, Wal-Mart
Follow me to Interstate 80
Interstate 80 in Iowa, with wind mills
Just east of Omaha |
We hit the outskirts of Omaha just
before 10AM - wide, broad lanes with hardly any traffic
to speak of. Omaha is a pretty fair sized place, so it
was a little surprising to see so little traffic.
We crossed the Missouri River and, greeted by a big
locomotive heralding the Union Pacific Railroad, buzzed
right through Omaha on 10 lanes of fresh concrete.
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I-80 out of Omaha, Sunday Morning traffic |
The Nebraska Welcome Center was just
a few miles out of town. I remember stopping there in
1975 on my way to college in California. Nebraska
seemed to go on forever, but I think part of that was
our U-haul was straining to stay at 55 mph. Now, we
could cruise all day at 65 or so, if we wanted. We often
didn't want to, as I knew that used up gas at an
alarming rate, and at a price about ten times what we
paid back around the Bicentennial, a few MPH could be
sacrificed. The Great Platte River Valley is the
big thing out here, it's part of the Oregon Trail, the
Chisholm Trail, the Santa Fe trail, and lord knows how
many other trails the pioneers, cattle drovers, and gold
rush miners took to get out to California and other
points west. The route follows the Platte River all the
way across the state. We passed a few spots where
the Highway Department was repaving or otherwise working
on the roadway. We'd get shunted to the Eastbound lanes
for a dozen or so miles, and then slide back over, or
vice versa. It wasn't too bad, as traffic was light, and
everybody just kept up. I guess in Farm Country, they
don't have such a bizarre fascination with heavy
machinery like we do back East, where you have to slow
down to 3 MPH to peer at an asphalt spreader as you go
by. The helpful volunteer at the WC told me
Nebraska has just two seasons - Winter and Construction. |
The Platte River Valley |
The Platte River - low, a dry season |
Just outside of Kearney, there's a
new touristy thing that celebrates this Great River
Road, with a fancy archway over the interstate, and some
bizarre looking stainless steel sculpture up top. But
they don't announce the thing, and unless you know it's
coming and get off the exit about four miles before
hand, all you can do is kind of peer at it as you go by.
Odd. It was getting very hot out, we noticed the
temp had been between 95 and 100' all the way since
Lincoln about two hours back. |
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We stopped in central Nebraska for
some gas, and the heat hit us like a big hot pillow.
We'd been running with the generator and AC on for most
of the morning, and didn't realize how warm 102' was.
And the wind made it feel like a blast furnace.
Lexington, NE, Conoco station, we took on 63 gallons of
regular. Or so we thought. It turned out to be E85 corn
oil blended fuel. Here on the east coast, we may
see E10 methanol, with 10% corn oil, which most new cars
don't have too much trouble with. But our old carbureted
big monster Detroit Iron from 1988 just didn't like it
at all. E85 is not much more than Crisco Oil run through
some cheesecloth. We didn't know it yet, but this
gas would cause the engine to shut off every time we
came to a stop, and run rough in between. We decided to
run along the heartland for a while, paralleling I-80 on
US 30, the Lincoln Highway. We trundled on down the
two-lane road, through Cozad and Gothenburg. We passed
endless fields of corn. We passed a derrick in an corn
field. I wonder if it was pumping corn oil? We
even saw a tree. Between the heat, the wind trying
it's best to blow us into the Platte River, and the
constant shutting off of the engine, it was getting to
be trying. All we needed to complete the picture would
be an attack by some Sioux. Around North Platte we
got back on I-80, to try to run some of the crap out of
the gas tank. We were very gradually climbing up in
elevation as well - our stop in Lexington had been at
about 1600 feet, by the time we reached Sydney and
pumped in about 30 gallons of Super Hi-Test Shell
V-Power to counteract the corn, we were over 3000 feet
above sea level. |
The fateful fillup - Corn Oil |
US 30 in Nebraska |
Nebraska's tree |
We were getting closer to Wyoming -
we passed within a few miles of the upper north-east
corner of Colorado, where Interstate 76 veered south
west towards Denver. This is an oddly numbered road,
since I-76 is the numbering for the Schuylkill
Expressway in Philadelphia and the Pennsylvania
Turnpike. In any case, we started up the Eastern Front
of the Rockies, which is a much more gradual climb than
using the more southern routes through Denver. We
crossed into Wyoming a little after 5PM. The elevation
at the Pine Bluffs Welcome Center was 5,108 feet, almost
a mile. Temp was 102'. This WC was kinda cool, they had
a big exhibit center and some fancy bathrooms, and a big
hiking path around the rocks and such, but at over a
hundred degrees, our interest waned. Onward we
pressed towards Cheyenne. Large dark storm clouds
rumbled overhead as we passed a huge Wal-Mart
distribution center with about six hundred trucks
arrayed around it. The rain sprinkled but luckily, never
materialized into anything more dramatic. The low flat
farmlands of Iowa and Nebraska transformed into bare
grasslands here, where they grew cattle instead of corn.
Still, the wind was constant. |
Crossing into Wyoming |
The Pine Bluffs I-80 Welcome Center |
Clouds east of Cheyenne |
Wyoming Grasslands |
Once we passed the unassuming
Cheyenne, the climb was much more noticeable. Gradual,
and no real grades to worry about, but you could tell we
were rising. We passed the 6,000 foot level soon after
Cheyenne, and then in another 30 miles or so, the 7,000
foot level. Then, after a bit, we came upon the
aptly named Summit Rest Area. This is the highest point
of I-80 from coast to coast, at 8,640 feet. It's also a
bit of a memorial to Henry B. Joy, who was one of the
movers and shakers back in the 1920s for pushing the
Lincoln Highway across the country. It passes over a
ridge just a couple of hundred yards from here. There's
a big old statue of Lincoln, some nice views down the
road, and a warning about bears. Typical Wyoming, I
suppose. As you leave the rest stop, warning
signs announce about 6 miles of steep grade down into
Laramie. The road switches back and forth, and we passed
three or four 'runaway truck ramps', where you can
escape off the main road if you lose you brakes or
something. These ramps go up a quarter-mile incline and
then, oddly, come to an abrupt halt at the side of a
cliff. One hopes one gets one's truck slowed down before
one runs out of road. We pulled into Laramie and
got off I-80 onto Route 30, looking for a place to have
some dinner and stop for the night. We passed the
buildings of the University of Wyoming, and found a nice
little city park to eat dinner at. Then we drove back
out of town a bit to a large Wal-Mart SuperCenter we'd
seen on the way in, and parked there for the night at
about 8:30PM. We also ended up taking the microwave we'd
bought that morning in Iowa back, because it was too
small, and exchanging it for a bigger one that fit
better. The air was ripe with the scent of
wildfires, as much of Northern Colorado was on fire. It
had been, and continued to be, a very dry summer in the
mid-west and western states, and fog and smoke was
evident. We could look down on Laramie as the lights
blinked on. We ran the generator all night to try to use
up some of the gas, which was still giving us hiccups
with the corn oil mix we'd gotten way back in Nebraska.
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Climbing, west of Laramie |
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The way we'd come |
Large bust of Daniel-Day Lewis |
Uncle Hal |
The Lights of Laramie |
Day 3 - 609 miles, and another hour gained via Mountain
Time zone |
Day 2 |
Day 4 |
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