Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Part 3: to York, Nebraska (Tuesday, Aug. 9)
Due to the time change, I woke up alert and ready to get going by 6:30am - so I had a long shower and tried to be patient and quiet while my mom slept... We were still on the road early, and our plan was to stop at one of the many travel plazas hosting Starbucks that we had seen the previous day in order to caffeinate ourselves. Of course, as luck would have it, we didn't pass by anything that remotely resembled a place that would have coffee until about 4pm, and that was something that called itself "Little Red Espresso Hut", the sign was immediately before the exit for it, which was under construction, and we missed it. No major weather this drive, only many, many cornfields and caffeine headaches - or rather, lack of caffeine headaches...
We stopped in York, a small sleepy prairie town marked by a rainbow coloured hot air balloon structure. We're staying at a Super 8 again, but they forgot to charge us the pet fee tonight (woohoo!), had dinner at a sleepy country diner and I couldn't resist the "apple dumpling" dessert, even though I certainly didn't need it at all. It was amazing! Coming out of this diner with the soft 50's diner music playing in the background, where everything took place in slow motion except the devouring of my dinner, here came this whole tart apple baked inside it's own flakey pie crust, served with cinnamon sauce and vanilla ice crea. Miles, you would've loved it!!! And by "it", what I mean is the whole package of atmosphere and apple-y goodness.
To top it all off, I was just about finished up eating when a "woman" walked in. Or should I say waddled? Yes, it was definitely waddling... Ok, so I'll start at the feet: bare foor in yellow leather loafers, no ankles, knees lost in a sea of fleahy thigh fat, too short shorts... XXL T-shirt snugly hugging a spherical sagging bugunt - that's a word I just made up to encompass bust, gut, and you know what... In one hand, a gallon-sized travel mug. Giant 80's style glasses, mullet. I could barely look away! Oh how I cursed myself for not bringing my camera! Not that I could've been discrete - but oh! It was hideous!!!
One final note, there is an adorable little coffee house near the Super 8. It is literally a little house!!!