Voyage of the Returned Peace Corps: Through the Madness of Nebraska

Quality warning: All photos taken from a moving vehicle. 

I am leaving Wyoming and moving home to Georgia.  Not a moment too soon as internet service to the apartment ran out and I discovered that a neighbor possesses a wireless network charmingly named gRapeVan.  So away!  And Onward!  Through Wyoming, which may have been nice back in the Mesozoic when it was tropical and underwater.  But from the present, 2 views of Mount Elk, not as inspiring as Hokusai.    

Also, some piles of rock that just sit on the landscape in the part of the state that's on the right side of mountains to foster green-ness.

Into Nebraska.  According to the people I text on a regular basis, no one in the states really has a good grasp of where Nebraska is, or any of the states more or less in the middle for that matter.  Because we're Americans.  Americans only learn geography from war, and we have yet to invade Nebraska, though we probably should.  Because all the sameness, sameness, sameness, monotonous.  With quaint farmhouses hiding spider-obsessed cultists behind quaint curtains, guarded by cows.  

Here probably lurk Cthulhu cultists.  

I am clinging to my reason by a thread, but I can feel the spiders, crawling behind my eyelids.  Ia, Cthulhu!  Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!