Spent the day travelling through the midwest. So I looked at a lot of this.

That’s scorched corn. There’s been a drought and it’s a bad one. I’ve never seen anything like it. Miles of corn that can only be ploughed back into the soil, dried up rivers and clouds of dust.

It looked to my completely untrained and possibly squinty eye like Nebraska got the worst of it. Iowa was in rough shape but Nebraska just looks totally fucked up.

Whole place, a tinderbox.

It’s raining right now. Too little, too late. The crop has been lost.

Saw a crashed truck on the road. The cabin burnt and melted. I’m guessing the fellow didn’t survive that one. Looked like the truck flipped then exploded. Mangled, charred metal.

Americans are wonderful drivers. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so safe on a highway. They hold to their lanes and just move along. Much better than Ontario.

The very few Americans I’ve met so far have been nice people. (Even the fellow who lived in the motel, had a tallcan and a chainsaw.) As I’ve often noticed while tending bar, Americans actually know how to have a conversation whereas Canadians mainly interrogate and judge.

Having a good trip. Going to slip outside and have a smoke in the parking lot.

Then sleep with the dog. She’s tired.

So am I.

But happy.