Day 117: The Cornhusker State

After taking a couple days off to let his heels cool, the fool finally packed it up and headed west. Seven miles later, he was over the Missouri River and in the next great state of Nebraska. The bridge was narrow and had a scary metal grid underneath as his only footing, but he made it across fine and fortunately didn't have to pay the 75-cent toll.

In the first Nebraskan town of Decatur, the WF met a few folks (including the local sheriff) who were very psyched about his walk. The Fool was very surprised with the down-to-earth attitude of the local lawman — as most cops either don't "get it" or simply don't give a shit.

The Fool walked another 18 miles, through a heavy wall of rain, finally settling down in a park in the town of Bancroft.