This is the story of a woman who had no interest in science.
She has a sciencey husband. He was all:
“Hey! The eclipse! Once in a lifetime! Let’s drive to Nebraska!”
She was all:
“I don’t want to. Because: packing, leaving, planning, lists, snacks, endless endless snacks. Just the snacks. Oh Lord, all the SNACKS.”
We drove to Nebraska. Husband accidentally booked us a hotel room in a smoking room. YES THEY STILL SMOKE IN HOTEL ROOMS IN NEBRASKA. You should be ashamed of yourself, Nebraska. I opened all the windows (possibly broke one, I don’t care Nebraska) and there was A LOT OF COMPLAINING.
Then: Ate chicken cacciatore that was… really good. Less complaining. Too busy eating bread slathered in garlic oil and herbs.
Then: Drove to a place called The Crane Nature Center. Who knew? Cranes! In Nebraska! The complaining has now cycled down to about one or two per hour. Sunshine. Hiking paths. Pretty nature stuff. 
If you look closely: SNACKS. Of course.
Then: made friends with the all the people. All of them. Everyone was all, “This is so cool! It’s nature! And barbecue! And we’re all in this together! Look at us being all together in this sciencey, once-in-a-lifetime moment!”
Complaining: 1/2 per hour
Then: WHAMMO
And yes, my pictures don’t do it justice. BECAUSE IT WAS AMAZING. TOTALLY.
I was wrecked. We all applauded and I cried and people hugged and the whole thing just made me realize two things:
- Once in a lifetime things are so cool. I wish they happened more often. But, that would change the verbage.
- Nebraska is awesome.
Husband and I held hands and I wiped tears. Then, Blonde came up to me and said, “Thank you. Thank you so much for bringing us.” Then Red said, “THIS IS AMAZABALLS.”
And then, a bit later, Blonde came over to me and flopped down in a chair. I said, “You ok?”
He responded, “I’m recovering.”
And Red asked, “Where are the snacks?”
Of course.
Complaining: ZERO
And THEN: We all packed up and walked past the river and the pretty butterfly field and all the people were smiling and saying hi and it was like a Happy Village of Everyone Getting Along Despite 2017, and I was kinda blissing out.
And then we ate at Tommy’s Diner in Grand Island, NE and I had the BEST BUTTERSCOTCH MALT EVER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER.
ACTION FOOTAGE OF OUR HIPSTER WAITER WITH MAN BUN. I love him. He brought me my malt.
It was, quite simply, a once in a lifetime experience.
Complaining: NEGATORY. NEVER AGAIN. I AM SHOOK.
Also, there is the hot fudge sundae experience.
I call this photo essay “THIS IS THE SNACK OF DREAMS”
You might say I had a change of heart. A “total eclipse” if you will.
And then: on the drive home, we listened to The Last Battle and I kissed hubs on the cheeck. “Thank you,” I said. “And I’m sorry I complained so much.”
And hubs said, “You complained? Nah. I don’t remember that.”
The world is a wonderful place.
The end.
