I’ve traveled across the state of Nebraska several times, and all but one of those times I was bored out of my gourd. But the last time was different. When Les and I were moving from New York to Oregon, we stayed on U.S. Route 20 the entire way. There were parts of the way that were as insanely boring as Nebraska usually was, Iowa, for example, was a 2-lane divided highway the entire state (because there is no reason to slow down for anything in Iowa, like hills or slight curves in the road). But taking 20 through Nebraska showed me a whole different state than I’d ever seen before.
Since it was the back road, we slowed down for all the small towns.
In between each town was not the endless stretches of corn and/or wheat fields that I’d been expecting, but wild prairie.
I was amazed by the wildflowers and open grasslands, it was so much better than the farms you pass on the southern route. That wasn’t to say there wasn’t some of what you expect from small town Nebraska.
I will admit to having low expectations of the Cornhusker State, but maybe those low expectations made the reality better.