Last Chance for What?

A couple Sundays ago we drove to Kearney, Nebraska and back. We’ve been making this trip back and fourth each year when it’s time for Sylvia to leave for the summer. This year I got a snazzy new Garmin GPS Navigator for Mother’s Day, so we decided to follow it’s plan home, even though it had us taking an unfamiliar route. It may have saved a little time and was certainly more scenic – it was absolutley more memorable. While driving through one stretch, a bird ran into my window, which left me in quite a hysterical panic. After crying and crying I realized I didn’t  stop to check if the bird had died or if it lay suffering (sad face here). Julian tells me it was probably instant, but I don’t feel any better. Next time (hopefully never) I’ll respond better. Then after a bit more driving, we ran across a sign that read “Last Chance – 17 Miles.” Hmm…Last Chance for what? I’m still curious. We’re home, so it wasn’t as worrisome a threat as I first perceived, but I’ll have to do some research on how they came up with that name!