The best part about Wheeling, WV is that from the Pennsylvania border, which is about 14 or 15 miles away, route 40 goes completely downhill. I couldn't believe my luck. I had been going up and down those Pennsylvania hills all day and this was a welcome relief. I stopped at a little restuarant right before the state line to fill up on water and iced tea and a couple eating there told me they had passed me earlier on the road. They had passed me near that outdoor swimming pool called Sunset Beach where the water was the same blue as toilet bowl cleaner. The man said I had made good time and that at first he thought I was on a moped because of how fast I was going on a downhill. ( a little self-congratualtory pause is in order) He laughed increduously when I told him my final destination was Nebraska. I think even saying California doesn't get that great of a reaction because it's too ridiculous to even fathom. But Nebraska has a nice ring to it--far away but still believable.
I called Loren when I was in Wheeling and told him about my 10,000 calorie a day diet. (This is the best line I've come up with the whole trip--it always gets a good laugh from a broad audience.) I told him what I had eaten that day for lunch/breakfast (we don't call it brunch out here on the road). I had wedding soup and a quesadilla appetizer, then 2 hotcakes, an english muffin, scrambled eggs, home fries, 2 sausage links, with water and hot tea to drink. It was a whole lot of food and it all was delicious. Loren said, "That's your dream, Amelia." And it is. It truly is.
In Wheeling I also succumbed to Dairy Queen and had an M & M blizzard. And Anne of Green Gables was on public television. This was bliss.
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