After the loading up on greazy fried food and looking at the crafts, prized produce livestock at the Iowa State Fair we crawled back into the U-Haul and drove off towards Nebraska. We, meaning I, felt good about driving so instead of stopping someplace somewhat cool overnight, we made a short stop at 11pm at Grand Island, which as far as I can tell, isn’t grand and isn’t an island. We ate dinner at some 24-hour joint called Tommy’s were I pledged to have a chicken fried steak every day on this trip. After Tommy’s, we drove a couple of more hours to Ogallala to overnight. The end result being that we drove through most of Nebraska under the cover of darkness and have no idea what the state is like.