On November first Jan (my wife) and started the middle part of the Lincoln Highway-from Cheyenne Wyoming to Joliet Illinois.
We were definitely lucky. The day before we got to Cheyenne, the city had about a foot of snow but the roads were clear. We had chosen to drive as much of the original road as possible. This meant that much of the route through Nebraska and Iowa was dirt roads, which was fine with us. I should note that the route is only so-so marked in Nebraska and very well marked in Iowa. In Illinois you are back on pavement all the way and well marked.
I have attached a few pictures of the route to give an idea of what it is like.
The first one shows a closed service station on the Wyoming/Nebraska state line. Notice the snow!
The second one shows a major higlight of the journey-The switching yard at North Platte Nebraska. So many rail cars. The best place to view the scene is from atop the observation tower. Be forewarned-a guide is provided and he will talk non-stop about the history and everything that is going on. While he means well, he is very hard to get away from.
Third one is a stretch of the dirt road with a classic bridge across a creek.
Fourth one is the National Headquarters of the Lincoln Highway Association. Notice the the building was constructed in 1860 by a relative of ole Abe. Again the clerk, an elderly lady will talk your ear off about the history of the Highway as well as the building.
The last picture shows the sign of a diner along the way to give an indication of the cuisine that can be found out on the road.
After the National Headquarters, it is paved roads all the way. In fact much of Illinois has heavy traffic.
This section is primarily farm land. It is a most interesting stretch that all Americans need to see once and it ends with the built up life that that America has migrated to.
When all has been said and done, the Lincoln Highway gives a much more honest impression of what this great nation is like--from the glitz and glamour of Times Square through the battle grounds of the Civil War onto the bread basket of the country and into the only desert of the mining region and ending with the free-spirit of San Francisco. While there is nostalgia throughout, one can see what this country is made of and where it is heading.
I would recommend it over Route 66 for a true glimpse of America