
In trying to keep ourselves busy we listened to Spanish lessons on CD. So far, we've learned about 10 words in 1.5 hours. It's coming along...
We decided Omaha, Nebraska was our lunch stop for the day and ended up at El Bee's Mexican restaurant for food. We thought it was appropriate since we were learning Spanish and it was something other than the fast food that constituted all of our other choices. Jayson was very excited because we ordered the Burrito Fantastico - a new Spanish word.

The lunch was very enjoyable but the mood was somewhat solemn because everyone was talking about the four boyscouts that had been killed in an Iowa tornado the night before.
We reserved a campsite at Jackson Lake State Park in Fort Morgan, CO. To get there, you take 10 different country roads until you feel as if you are completely in the middle of nowhere and then it just springs up. It is a lake in the middle of nowhere and nowhere appears to be desert - go figure. We set up our new tent (thanks Dad!) and explored our surroundings. Jayson exclaimed, "Well, it is the flattest lake I've ever seen."

We needed to find some food and since we were in the middle of nowhere our one choice was A.J.'s Bar. We wandered in and realized that the only non-meat option was the special. Dinner was fried chicken, baked beans (with more bacon than beans), and potato salad. We were feeling a little weighed down by the end of it all but the wait staff was really nice and we were able to catch a little of NBA game four.
Keeping in the theme of in the middle of nowhere. Here is a video from a place that bought gas earlier today. It is also in the middle of nowhere. Oddly it had great cell phone reception. While we gased up Jayson discussed the average MPG of a Prius with an inquisative local who was driving a 7 MPG motor home.
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I am really enjoying reading about your trip Sheri! Though your camera work leaves me dizzy :>)
Your dad called here on the way to Ann Arbor (the day you were loading up).
I hope to see you at your reception.
Who did you go with for a photographer after all the craziness?
love to you,
Tracy (& Jim Grant)
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