Day Five: Do you Wahoo?

We’ve left Odell, buzzed through Beatrice and are now approaching Lincoln. We’re late! We’re late! Why in hell did I mention stopping by the University of Nebraska so Karla could see if it has changed in the last 45 years? Get real, it’s been 45 years. It has changed. What more do you need to know?

She says nothing. I say nothing. We skirt Lincoln and continue heading north on US 77 toward Wahoo.

We see the turnoff to Swedeburg. We are both abuzz with cackle about the old house we lived in for a month, many, many moons ago. Maybe we can come back and check it out. But Wahoo calls!

We pull into town and hang a right on Fifth Street. Down a couple of block and there it is on the left hand side next door to the Wahoo State Bank: The Wigwam Café. At last, lunch!


We step inside, and there, at the first table, is Beth, Jane and Trudy. I’m not sure if Karla was surprised or not, but I was. They really made it! I had been more than minorly concerned that they would somehow end up at the wrong restaurant in the wrong town. But there they were! And Karla and I were only an hour and a half late.

(Unpaid advertisement: If you are ever rumbling through Wahoo, Nebraska at lunch time, stop at the Wigwam Café. Great food, great service and very reasonable prices. You will not regret it!)

We talked about spending the night in Wahoo, but after driving every street in town (twice) we felt it might be prudent to leave town. The locals were getting nervous.