Day 67 – Henderson, Nebraska

Well, here we are, where Don wanted to wind up tonight after four hundred miles of increasingly insufferable heat and humidity that made me want to dive into the nearest river to cool off.  And you know I’m not a water dog at all, preferring to wade and go for a modest swim in a calm lake or river if in the mood.  But I would have done anything to cool off this afternoon.  When we stopped in Des Moines for fuel, Don got the generator going, but it was up to its old tricks, and wouldn’t take on the electrical load, so he couldn’t run the air conditioning units like he wanted to.  So I laid in front of the chassis AC unit, which wasn’t putting out a whole lot of cool air, and panted a lot. 

When we finally got to Henderson and the Prairie Oasis RV Park, we tied into the park’s electrical system and got all the A/C units going, but they weren’t a whole lot of help, with all the humidity and heat that they had to combat.  But a couple of hours later, the weather changed totally, a nice cool breeze came up, and the temperature started to come down a bit.  Geri helped out by going up to the office and getting us all ice creams, including a beef flavored iced dessert for me, and I didn’t object to the fact that there was no real dinner tonight. 

Don decided to head for the showers, and when he came back to the rig, he saw that there was a thunderstorm moving north of us, with a lot of lightning and some thunder, though it was a long way away from us.  He came and got me out of the rig, and the first thing I saw were a bunch of flickering lights in the grass, moving around in no particular order; Don told me that they were called fireflys, and I shouldn’t try to catch them, because I really wouldn’t be able to.  I was much more interested in the cool breeze and the grass, as it satisfied my need to reduce my bodily temperature.  I did enjoy watching the lightning displays in the distance, and I got to introduce myself to the guy who had just pulled in next door in a very nice looking rig.  Don was asking him how far he had driven today, and was a bit crestfallen to learn that he had trekked about 470 miles from central Missouri today, and seemed not the least bit tired or impressed by his mileage. 

Anyway, it was a pleasant end to a trying day, laying in the grass and watching the lightning displays and the fireflys, and listening to Don cursing the little bugs that were infesting his Scotch.  I can only hope that tomorrow is a bit more pleasant, temperature wise, and that we wind up in a RV Park as nice as this one.  See ya manyana!