Moving Cross-Country: My Dashboard Confessional

If the Beatles were American, “The Long and Winding Road” would be a completely different song.  Those highways are boringly straight and it makes moving cross-country mind-numbing.  The only exciting part was when we had a bird run into our car and go up in a puff of feathers, and we hadn’t even left Colorado yet.

I will say, driving through Nebraska was one of my favorites, simply because they had a bunch of windmill farms, and plenty of historical sites regarding westward expansion and native Americans.  We stayed the night in Omaha and both think it would be a cool city to visit. By day 2 in the car, we all had a system, even Sherlock, who had the backseat all to himself in his hammock. He enjoyed watching the horses and cows out the window, and dreaming of squirrels.

He did well in the hotel rooms too, although at first he would try to bark when a door slammed or he heard someone walk by.  He was a bit skittish and would hide under the desk or sink.  He was also not eating as much, normal dog stuff for an animal on the move and out of routine.

We finally made it to Kent, Ohio on day 3, after 22 hours of driving, 2 time zone changes, and 1 Amish buggy sighting.

I think we might stick out like a sore thumb.