Day Three

Dad woke up this morning and thought he was dead, but he found out he was in Nebraska.

If you didn't catch that, it's a quote from a Cowboy movie called "The Unforgiven" with Clint Eastwood and Gene Hackman. Dad's been using that quote for the entire trip. I think he's the only one who still thinks it's funny...he says Murray will appreciate it. We're now in Sidney, NE. We tried to go to the Sidney Church of Christ tonight, but apparently the time on their website is not the actual time of service, so we missed it. Sidney is a pretty neat little town. We stopped at Cabella's where dad got some hiking shoes. We thought about eating an Elk burger at Cabella's, but passed on the opportunity.

We drove about 300+ miles today, which was a little less than what we've been doing. I think at this point we're all just ready to get to Wyoming. While in Ogallala, NE we stopped to get gas and were told (at least mom and dad were told) that there was a place nearby called Boothill Cemetery where cowboys are buried. Unbeknownst to me or David, Dad planned to stop there before we got back on the road toward Sidney. As dad appeared more and more lost, David and I got on our GPS and started navigating dad back toward the interstate (because that's where David and I THOUGHT we were going). Since neither mom nor dad are apparently good communicators, we wound up directing dad all the way back to the interstate before we ALL finally realized that dad wanted to go to that cemetery all along. Lesson for the day: when travelling, make sure that EVERY passenger in the vehicle knows where you are going at all times. Needless to say, we didn't stop at that cemetery after all.