Cows & Road kill

We made it to North Platte that Sunday. Traveling along Route 80, a two lane highway with light traffic, what you see are rolling plains dotted with cows. Darting always across the road are Red winged black birds, some times called "Sargent Major" birds for their shoulder stripes. And yes, there was road kill, lot's of it, all the way and not just out west but the whole way home. The game of "guess the carrion" got old after just the first few hours as it was mostly raccoon. Mixed in were deer, opossum, various birds, skunks, porcupine and beavers; that's right, beavers. That was about all the excitement there was. Julia passed the time looking for National Public Radio shows on the terrestrial, satellite or i-phone radios. What?...we happen to enjoy most of NPR programs, but they can keep their opera, thank you very much. I don't like to drive at night as I have only one eye that functions for sight, due to a childhood accident, so as we neared North Platte we spotted a Comfort Inn right off the highway and checked in. Before leaving home Julia had found a "choiceprivileges"membership I had joined which is a group of eleven hotels that offers discounts to card holders, the Comfort Inn is one of those hotels. I have no idea when or why I signed up for this membership. As it happens the group, undoubtedly owned by the same corporation, was running a special; stay in two separate properties get a night free in a third. Sweet. After topping off the water and hay for the alpaca, we walked around the immediate area looking for food. A chinese restaurant (closed on sundays), a Taco Joe's fast food place (about to close) and gas station/convenience store/bank(go figure). Burgers in the hotel room microwave, a glass of scotch and good night.