I've got a day and half to meet up with my brother, so I take the "blue" roads to Omaha, and stop occasionally to check out local town squares, covered bridges and churches with old cemetaries. Despite its lack of grand topography, the rolling hills of the midwest have a beauty of landscape that stands up to more celebrated parts of the country. Of course, I was there at the height of summer, and everything was lush and green.
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