Past Omaha, I came across with this sign that reminds us that gold-seekers migrated along part of the path that I am taking. The greatest migration in American history started at various points along the Missouri river, and among them, Omaha.
So this confirms that, if I am not yet there, I should be heading in the right direction:
My estimate despite a slight change of methodology ;-) tells me that I should be 42% thru (all details day by day).
On the bike side, I was quite happy to find a spare tire in Lincoln that could well help me in case I get rough roads like gravels.
On the biker side, I need to manage more and more the trip in the long time: I had a painful muscle strain in my left calf on Wednesday that I managed by pedaling slower, with the tip of my foot pointing towards the ground. I believe that was partly the result of a bad night at a noisy campground next to Interstate 80; partly some enthusiasm as I rode a bike trail out of Des Moines.
* The legend of the California trail