REAP National Conference on the Spiritual–June 2013

Tuesday seemed to be a continuation of Monday’s mishaps when the GPS mis-directed me to a wildlife site about 30 miles west of Omaha. Looked interesting, but I had a ticket for the zoo and was already going to cut the visit short. On the way, I passed a gas station with a sign that made me laugh, so…

Finally got to the zoo and very quickly realized that a two-hour drive-by wouldn’t be enough. Started with buildings closest to the entry then took advantage of the sky ride, train, and tram services to see as much of the park and its denizens as possible.

Saved my favorite for last. I love aquariums!!

After the zoo closed at 5:00, decided to get dinner rather than subject myself to rush-hour traffic. One last fill-up of RB–gas was 16 cents-per-gallon less than the best prices along the route through Iowa.

Pulled into the driveway at my place at just after 10 p.m. Ten states in thirteen days, driving 4427.6 miles.

What a ride!! Thank you, Dear Lord, for a safe and enjoyable journey!

Got up really bright and really early Sunday morning and took Momma to the airport. Sad to see her go, but the long drive was more wearing than expected for her. After she left, I realized she was not the only one worn out. So, Sunday, I camped out in a motel room and caught up on my blog entries and my sleep. Thought this was the safest thing I could do for myself and for those who would be sharing the road with me.

On Monday, when I finally got out, I could see the roof of the Cowboys Stadium from the motel parking lot. I’d reserved a room in Omaha, Nebraska, with a stop each in Oklahoma and Kansas. Wanted to visit museums, but Monday tends to be closing day for most museums. So, recalling that I had not had the opportunity to take a picture standing on the Cowboys star when I did the tour last year, I decided to take a chance that I would be allowed to do so this time. Unfortunately, the PTB said I’d have to pay to take the tour again to get the picture. Time just didn’t permit this.

As it worked out, this was the beginning of a rather disappointing day. The Native American shop in Oklahoma was closed on Mondays, and the botanical gardens I tried to visit in Wichita, Kansas, had just closed when I arrived. Took a few pictures of the outside displays and wished I hadn’t missed those inside.