The gateway to the West!
Another day began early, leaving Charleston around 9 a.m. The midwest is a rather boring place, miles and miles of farmers fields and cows. The one break in the monotony of the day came in the form of St. Louis. I don't know who reading this has been to St. Louis before, but from what I saw of the city, I can't recommend it. The downtown area is pretty bleak, and the suburbs went on for about as long as the Northern Virginia suburbs, with traffic just as bad. St. Louis ranks just above New Orleans (pre-hurricane) in my list of the shittiest cities in America.
"Mmmmm... you can find me in St. Louie!" Ummm... not me.
Well, we finally made it out of M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-O-U-R-I and after a few miles in Iowa, we entered Nebraska. This is where the Oregon Trial part of our journey officially begins. A storm was on the horizon, and we planned to make it to Fort Kearney before noon the next day, so after driving as far as we felt physically possible, we finally retired for a good night's sleep in Grand Island, NE.
Day 2. 647 mi. 12 hrs.
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