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So we figured we couldn't pass through an entire state and not say a thing about it. And Nebraska is deserving of some credit in our little journey. With that being said... our Nebraska experience:

The first town we decided to stop in was North Platte. This little town sits just off Interstate 70 on the western side of Nebraska. It just so happened to be the 4th of July as well. We realize quickly that there wasn't going to be much in North Platte and decide to stop at one of the only open businesses in town: Wal-Mart. Redneck Americana galore. A nice variety of shall we say "hefty" people proudly traipsing around in their XXXL cut-off-sleeve American flag T shirts and such. Some of the biggest babies I'd ever seen, one actually munching on potato chips while his mother wheeled him around the store.  Are babies even supposed to be capable of eating potato chips? See more
The sun works it way slowly toward the western horizon casting long shadows and a warm glow across the fields and winding road.  Acres of corn and various other crops drift by on either side only to be broken by the occasional farmhouse or weather-worn barn.  While picking and scratching nervously at my new collection of mosquito bites, my eyes shift from the road to the sky where I see the pale moon already showing itself against the still blue sky when suddenly it all sets in... we're going skydiving tomorrow.

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Perhaps we'll answer with the picture above.  Like this.  (Except the light is usually off)

 

It's just past midnight as we pull in to yet another rest stop in Middle-America.  A foggy haze lingers in the air as the parking stalls bask in the street lights' tangerine glow.  Moths thump and swirl around the glowing bulbs and fireflies drift silently and gracefully up from the grass and through the trees, casting their magic upon all those who dare gaze.

The gravel crackles under our tires as the van rolls slowly into it's spot and the engine shuts off.  It's quiet, but only for a moment as our ears adjust and the hum-drum-rumbles of the surrounding 18 wheelers fill the night air.  At first I find myself miffed by their inconsideration of my peaceful roadside moment, but within minutes my level of understanding raises along with the internal temperature of our van.

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We're feeling so flattered!  Check out our first official fan art sketch drawn by our good friend, Seth Kidd. See more

The freeway carries on it's familiar hum as we descend from the Rocky Mountains into the Denver valley. We find ourselves in a road-coma as we begin the physical and mental recovery from the last 3 days of brain-melting bass music and craziness at the Sonic Bloom electronic music festival.

Upon breaching the city barrier, we decide to pull over, find a park and further develop our plans of reanimation. While driving towards the nearest park, Meisha's nose suddenly begins to gush blood. We frantically grab any visible absorbent materials and pull over to assess the situation. Meisha's nose has never been a fan of dramatic altitude changes and doesn't seem to appreciate the drop from 10,000 to 5,000 feet.

This little incident is finally enough to convince us to do the unthinkable.
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Why do I even enjoy or entertain the thought of climbing?  Increasingly I find myself puzzled of my desire, when I often have exasperating days of failure.  Is it really the want to feel the rock as I scale the crags, a knowing that it is something I can accomplish, or merely the need to put myself up for personal collapse and self loathing?

Sometimes I believe it’s only a way to put myself down, but the emotional occurrences brought when your feet are flat on the ground after topping a route can be amazingly speechless.  Beyond almost anything I have ever encountered in my accomplishments of other medians. See more

As we walk through the gates, the familiar scents of sage and Nag Champa fill the air.  Dreadlocked hippies and neon-clad hipsters mingle amongst other concert-goers sporting elven and animal inspired garb.   The crisp Colorado mountain air fills with cottonwood and as we start to soak it all in we realize... this is going to be pure insanity.  Welcome to Sonic Bloom.
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I can't complain about having the ability to shower and swim in a pool, but I'm just not sure it was worth $60. I fund myself back in the familiar setting of a hotel room mimicking as close to an average home as possible. Does this really put travelers at ease when away from their comfort zone?  I understand the point of a hotel when on business or travel of specific reasons i.e. a funeral.

For myself, the van has become a comfortable living space and a hotel can be overly luxurious. I came to the conclusion that I'd rather spend that money on a new experience rather than revert back to those simple comforts.