Omaha, somewhere out in middle America

On the drive up to Omaha from Kansas City, we ran into a bad rainstorm. We had to pull off the road several times because the rain was so heavy that we could barely see the road in front of us. However, when the light did break through and the storm calmed, the landscape we saw was magnificent. The I-70 might have had some lovely backdrops, but driving up the I-29 was an entirely more affecting experience -- one we won't soon forget. It was one of the most beautiful drives anywhere in America we've ever done. It was desolate, pristine, quiet, sublime. We'll let the pictures speak for themselves.

























































We rolled into the Saddle Creek Bar to play our set around 9pm. We were a little late because of all the delays on the road. The bar was pretty dead as the rain was still falling and kept the crowd away. There were a few diehards having beers and shooting pool, however.















Mike, who runs the bar, is a very cool guy and can talk your ear off about guitars and effects pedals. He's a great guy and did a terrific job on the sound for us.

We played a really good set, but it was more like band practice than a show. All was not lost, however, because it was good to tune up on some songs we hadn't been playing much.

The bar was a dive, but had a lot of quirky character. Check out the soap dispenser in the ladies bathroom.














That night, we headed out of the center of the city to stay in a motel. It was nice to be back in real beds. Unfortunately, though, we saw almost nothing of Omaha, but the beauty of the landscape surrounding it made our trip more than worthwhile. It was almost like discovering America for the first time.

Iowa City next.