Saddle Up to the Pony Express

Nothing but green and the road

I am driving through Nebraska in the middle of a terrible heat wave and see nothing but farms for miles on end. We've played all of the license plate games, and the songs on the radio have looped quite a few times. I'm not sure if we are on hour 20 or 30 in the car, but all I know is I am about to get car fever if I see one more stalk of corn. Okay, it might not be that bad, but I do know I am excited when I see a sign for: Original Pony Express Station. I need to stretch my legs and see something interesting.

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