We continued west through the Cornhusker State, and ended up here in McCook early in the afternoon. The UPS guy from the last gas stop 60 miles out told us to find the bakery and order a sandwich on their otherworldly rolls, and also told us there were a couple motel chains in town, and even where to get dinner. That gas stop was about 1:00, and the mercury was reading an even 100. When we looked at the map over lunch and estimated our odds at finding a place to stay anywhere within a reasonable distance beyond McCook to be about nil. So, Days Inn, it is.
The last two days, I mentioned to Donna how amazing it was how there was so little humidity. You can tell, because the glare in the chrome is so much sharper, like it is in the fall. The Weather Channel confirmed my observation; it was 99 and 30% humidity when we threw our bags into the room. Since we live in the Lehigh Valley and the only time I was in Las Vegas was in December, I have had to listen to all those people that say, "Oh, but It's a dry heat. Or, "It's not the heat, it's the humidity," and I've had to keep my mouth shut, because I've never experienced a summer day with less than 97% humidity.
Well, sorry, but I'm calling bullshit. 100 degrees is frickin' hot. Period.
In the meantime, if you like cows and corn - have I got the ride for you.
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