Ainsworth, NE → O'Neill, NE → Norfolk, NE → Fremont, NE

If South Dakota was a tough cookie with all its hills and 3-inch road seams, Nebraska was (mostly) a hot windy pancake.

After arriving in Ainsworth, NE on a north tailwind from White River, SD, we showered at the town swimming pool and camped in the public park. I think we both forgot there was such a beautiful thing as public works. After weeks of gallivanting through the wild west Nebraska felt like civilization--a place of comfort, calm, and peace, with amenities at every turn.

Unfortunately the storm systems we were dodging in Montana followed us. That first night a massive thunderstorm moved in to the south and east, throwing up a glitzy firework show.