Nebraska & Iowa. Whole lotta nothing.

Well. We left the hotel and hit the road. Drove for a bit, got some gas, drove some more, got some more gas, drove a little further, more gas. Pretty boring, eh? This stretch makes driving from London to Windsor along the 401 seem exciting. There is nothing to see. Nothing.
Steve drove through the last part of Nebraska and the first stretch of Iowa. We wanted to make it to Chicago, but had to settle for an hour west of Joliet. There was talk of heading straight through, brief crazy talk from some shotgunners, but someone started nodding off and we called it quits. It was 12:30am CT. We still had a lot of driving to do to get home. So we were to meet for breakfast at 6 or so to be on the road early. Then it was go time...

Editor's note: The "nothing to see" part is most obvious during the day when the apparently camouflaged towns/villages are well hidden. At night you can see faint lights emanating from the homes that must be inhabited by someone. I guess they don't care who can see where they live at night. Or maybe that's how they lure unsuspecting travellers into becoming specimens for the tests on the mothership...