Whelp, Carhenge was everything one could hope for and more.
With a fierce lightning storm and wicked rain assaulting the desolate backroads of Nebraska, it was a race against time in hopes of landing at the site for sunset.
A two-mile-long train nearly ended that dream, but I heard someone shout, “Punch it Chewie!” louder than two other voices yelled, “Stop!!”, so, you know…Carhenge crisis averted…road trip saved!
Upon landing in the empty gravel parking lot, on cue, the sun broke through the clouds putting on a brilliant display of dancing light in the background of the moderately ancient ruins.
We had the run of the place and took a thousand happy-stupid photos.
It. Was. Awesome.
We spent the night in Scottsbluff, NE, and D4 consisted mostly of watching fields of soybeans and corn turn to majestic bluffs and majestic bluffs turn to reddish-colored mountains with the most beautifully pronounced geological time scale.
We reached Salt Lake City, Utah, yesterday and will stay here and do laundry through Sunday.
Boise, Idaho, and Eastern Oregon…you’re next!
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