No!  Don't make me go back in the truck!  Pleeeeeeeeeeze!  I promise I'll be good.  I will eat my nasty Healthy Coat pill.  I will not pee on my own feet.  I will not make ugly faces when I am cranky!  Just don't make me go back in the truck!!!!!

Oh, whoops.  Sorry.  I must have been dreaming.  You know how sometimes those dreams are so real...

AnyLoo, where was I?  Oh, yes, I remember now.

Day 38:
We reluctantly leave Lincoln and head out over the looooong state of Nebraska.  Along the way (day 42 I think) we stop in North Platte, Nebraska at what might have been the country's most boring state park were it not for the buffalo.  Buffalo are superfun.  When we all went over to give them a good sniff they ran away.  Stampede!  Just like the old west only with fences and picnic tables.  Even better, Star's dad packed us lunch.  There were goodies for everyone.  How cool is that?

The rest of the park was really dull.  Seems that the Buffalo Bill State Park at Scout's Rest is where Buffalo Bill stayed when he was not whooping it up on Wild West tours.  Bo-ring.  No squirrels.  No birds.  No nasty things to roll in.  Thank goodness for our sack lunch.  It saved the day.

Day 47:
We arrive in Cheyenne, Wyoming to spend the night.  We stop at the last Culver's in the west.  Could this have been the last time I ever taste deep fried cheese curds or frozen custard?  Say it isn't so!!  Ah, cheese curds.  I miss you already.

I told you it was a long trip.  And a long story.  More soon!