The drive was rural for most of the day. I spent a good deal of time driving through little highways through Arkansas. I even saw a sign that said , "Egypt 5 Miles" that I am convinced is the source of the term, "Bum Fuck Egypt." Not long after leaving that place I nearly got caught in a storm that seemed more like a brewing tornado. But what do I know, I am from California.
I stayed Saturday night in a little motel in West Plains, Missouri. After checking in, cleaning up, and motivating myself to move after driving nearly 600 miles by myself, I checked out the local honky tonk.
This place, called "The Spot" had several pool tables, a dance floor, cover band and nice bartenders. I met two people, one was from California and the other from Louisiana. So much for meeting the locals.
Sunday I headed through Missouri, to Kansas City, Iowa and then Omaha. I met up with my old friend Wes who toured me around town. I ate some great BBQ, saw Warren Buffet's modest little house, and of course, shot a few games of pool in downtown Omaha.
Tuesday we headed to Denver to hang with my old roommate. It's been a blast and my hangover will probably last for a few days. I saw downtown Denver, played pool a few times, and chilled.
Tomorrow the next leg of the adventure will begin, although I am not sure yet which way the wind will take us. Perhaps Yellowstone, but who knows?
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