Swamp Critter

I am doing the usual crossing Iowa and heading on to Denver to ultimate and complete ruin. I guess that is better than focusing on the fact that Iowa on I-80 can be a rather dangerous crossing with all the frantic traffic. I-80 is just one busy road to drive on not to mention the whole Des Moines debacle in the middle of the state. Des Moines really isn't as bad as it used to be a few years ago. The whole place was in a state of constructional torture and disarray and that only referred to the minds of the truckers driving the destroyed arteries through town. Yes, it is much better now with the wider freeway and more lanes. Seems that I never get stuck in traffic while going through and that must mean it is working.

It is indeed Friday night and I am in a rest area debating whether I should plow on through past Omaha or should I stay here and suffer the indignity of spending the night in a Rest Area. On one hand I could show my typical hard work ethic and press on towards the goal...or I could show a bit of caution considering it is Friday night and there will be the inevitable drunk or drinking drivers to contend with.

I think that considering that I weigh 77,500 lbs that physics is on my side and I will get this pachyderm back out on the road and at least roll out to Lincoln. Drinkers be damned I have miles to do.

I had a strange sad experience today. I was driving across Illinois and someone on the radio reported that a car had hit a deer and it was in the median. I approached it in the median and it was a clean 3 pointer and it was sitting up with its rear haunch disabled and blood was coming out of its mouth as it was suffering and looking around. I see deer get hit all the time...usually after the fact, but this bothered me as I do not like to see anything suffer. Of course if I had stopped and put the poor creature out of its misery, there would be a whole new can of peas opened up. Better to leave things like that be. Well, gotta mix it up with the party crowd. Dedication...