TruckyGoesWest: Iowa and Nebraska

So we just wanted to add a few more photos to the blog from the last couple days. And while we have some extra time to write, here are a few more brief details.

The cab of the truck is very small. Chase rides b#$ch and is at ALL times touching both Molly and I.
I nearly got in a fight with a 14 year old girl in a mall outside of Iowa City (clearly this is Meg writing). You know how considerate people usually walk to one side or can sense if they are walking slowly that maybe someone might need to pass by them? Right, well this young lady and her posse had no such sense (or more likely just didn't care). The 7 or so of these lovely teenagers took up the entire walkway and had no intentions of moving an inch for anyone to pass them. After walking behind them for a few minutes, I saw my chance to dart by and was stopped abruptly when my right shoulder hit some sort of store fixture as I tried to slide by the girl. The group stopped and the girl said "think you could go around the other way?". I maintained my composure, said nothing and continued walking. I should have just dropped my shoulder and taken the girl down. Fowler would you be able to bail me out of jail in Iowa?
Nebraska is the windiest place on earth. I will never never never live in that horrible place.

Atomic Fart Count (if you spend any time with Chase, you know what this is) - surprisingly Chase's fart count is incredibly low. Probably only 4 total since we left. Thank you Jesus.
Dead Fish Count (if you own a dog, you know what this is) - One to two a day. Chase has issues with this when sitting in the car for long periods of time.