At about 10:30 it was time to depart my wonderful hosts in Harrison and head a marathon down the road to Crawford. I continue to be amazed by the hospitality of complete strangers and was truly fortunate to meet such a great family that helped me out so much.
After making a quick stop at a scenic overlook, I descended the 1000+ feet over the course of a few miles to Fort Robinson. A sign warning of a downgrade in Nebraska?! My preconcieved notion that it was going to be as flat as a pancake has hardly been true at all. I also haven't seen a stalk of corn yet.
As I arrived into Crawford, a woman stopped her car and offered me some cold water. I thanked her, told her I was finishing up for the day and explained my plans of running across the country. Two brothers, John and Bob Limbach, outside their garage heard me and we started in conversation I explained the Grant singlet I was wearing was from the same high school as the one Ndamukong Suh attended-a popular piece of trivia here in the heart of Cornhusker country. The fact that his mom was my first grade teacher at Irvington Elementary is gravy.
After discussing my plans to camp in the city park-a very nice one from what I'd heard-John offered his home he rents to visitors of Crawford, the Southside Cottage, for me to stay in for the night. Again amazed by the hospitality of western Nebraska, I gladly accepted. During the tour of the house, John's wife Catie arrived. They highly recommended the chicken at Staab's drive-in just a block away.
While waiting for my meal at Staab's I dropped my strawberry milkshake on the sidewalk after trying to hold it by the lid. It was pretty devastating. Because I offered to hose off the mess, I was offered a refill.
A tour of downtown and relaxing at the house for the rest of the night set me up well for the longest run of the week tomorrow-36 miles.
Saddle Rock and the Legend Buttes outside of Crawford
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