No, not that finger. Out here on the prairie, folks are friendly. Really. And traffic isn't so thick that it's a constant stream of vehicles... if you're in a pick-up and you come across another pick-up, the local greeting is "the index finger lifted up off the steering wheel." I got that first greeting while driving north today in western Nebraska... and it just felt like coming home. After the crazy-ass drivers in most of Texas, this felt nice. No one cut me off or passed like a maniac, then cut in too close... yep, just friendly.
We rolled into our all-time favorite RV park today: Hart Ranch. We're in an expanded site, with plenty of space for the 5th wheel, the cargo trailer, the truck, and paved patio area. Nice! Out on the perimeter where it's close for Izzy to take walks in the grass... she is a happy little furry girl.
We have a few things to take care of while in the area, but we're hoping to get in some R 'n R before we head west to the Tetons and back to a schedule.
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