Day 3: Columbia to Omaha

My day was almost perfect, staring with a brisk bike ride on Missouri's Katy Trail. If I could do that every day, I'd be so happy. And healthy. Then, a short 6-hour trip to Nebraska.

Driving into Omaha is a bit surreal. It's a much bigger city than seems like it should be; Old Market is one of the coolest neighborhoods in America. But then there's this Bob Kerry pedestrian bridge to nowhere. And you get the sense that folks spend a lot more on roads here than they do back east. Meanwhile, I didn't realize the Nebraska-Iowa animosity until tonight. I met up with two old friends in Nebraska. Jaimee Pope, an ID theft victim and advocate I met two years ago, and wrote about here. And Eileen Williamson, a dog lover who connected with me after I wrote about my dog Lucky's passing. She lost a beloved dog at around the same time. Ever since, she has been the most frequent contributor to my So Lucky memorial page, where people leave tributes to their dogs who've gone on to the Rainbow Bridge. Sorry, no pictures of them -- it was too hot out for Rusty today! But here's some other pictures from the journey.

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