We ate dinner in the Star hotel. They always give you way more food than you can eat, and I remembered that Melissa had the beef filet the last time we were there years ago, so I decided to have it this time. It was the biggest filet mignon I have ever seen, more like a siamese-twin filet, but somehow we managed to finish it up.
After that, it was day after day of driving across Utah and Wyoming. We had an icy storm, and some snow, but we managed to drive through everything and get to Nebraska. We visited a friend of the spouse's in Omaha and went out to dinner. While on the way there, we went up the Golden Spike tower in North Platt to look at the trains.
From there, we drove and drove through Iowa and Illinois and up into Wisconsin.