Things I love include hearing stories from strangers and performing private analyses of objects in their homes. Thus, couchsurfing is an ideal lodging choice for me. I worry a little that we are too socially weird/intense for this, but hopefully it's okay. Last night involved a lot of brown and green couches, records, home brew, weed, and intentional joke sharing. It was nice. Tricia prefaces all her jokes with warnings such as, "Okay, this one is against Jews AND Catholics, just so you know." These are always my favorite parts of the jokes.
The driving was really unexciting, except for the bagels with chive cream cheese, cucumbers, and yellow tomatoes that T's mom packed us. Nebraska looks like Iowa which looks like Illinois. Today we should hit Wyoming (or Colorado, we're still undecided) which should be prettier. We're in search of cowboys.
Whenever I continue a blog that I haven't touched in a long time, I sort of regret messing with the original quality of the blog. I fear that will be the case this time, since the mood of this trip/blog/me is really different than last time. Also, photos will probably come way later.
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