Day 4: You can't stop and drop...

Despite the hype, the interstate through Nebraska lived up to all expectations, and after not moving the steering wheel in four hours, we decided that indeed this may be one of the most boring stretches of road we had seen. Luckily, we had a further couchsurfing host awaiting our arrival in Grand Island, Nebraska. Liz was from Massachusetts, and had decided to move to the middle of Nebraska in order to ‘see what it would be like to live in the middle of nowhere’. Upon seeing the town, and awarding prizes for the top three mullets we had seen, we decided that she deserved a lot more credit than one would think. After an evening of drinking and watching Arrested Development, our host proclaimed that this was about as exciting as it got on a Saturday night in Grand Island.

While we appreciated being able to visit the Las Vegas of Nebraska, it was time to move on the next morning. The trip through Grand Island was however made almost worthwhile simply due to observing one of the best signs we have seen on the trip. As we drove back to the interstate, we passed a church that proclaimed to passers by that ‘Stop, drop and roll will not work in hell’. Can you imagine the Sunday sermons?

Pictured: The Nebraskan 'ever-changing landscape' and Grand 'Las Vegas' Island