Nebraska
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| Lakota Winter Count |
When: end of May
Miles traveled: 444.6
Price of gas: 3.15
Interest: Oregon Trail
High point: Lakota winter count
Low point: KS tick + stories of tornadoes + CO rattlesnake = enough fear for two mostly sleepless nights at a windy and grassy NE campground.
One thing learned: 90% of people who traveled the Oregon Trail survived and made it to their destination.
Camping Next to a Zoo and other stories by Rebecca.
When camping next to a zoo
One cannot forget about poo
It's smell comes for a visit
Uninvited guest without limits.
Strange sounds are heard at dusk
That make me want to fuss
A cat in distress, I worry
But a large bird singing the story.
Other than these, it's fine
Camping is still as divine
Under the moon
(Home really soon)
Camping next to a zoo.
Road Slowly Traveled:
A furry animal slowly creeps across the road. Little limbs stretching out as far as they will go. Tail curved up away from the hot pavement. Why is this plump prairie dog crossing the road in such a slow manner?
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| Chimney Rock |
Travel through time:
Imagine traveling lanes, reducing down to a single file line. Everyone slowly travels over the same ground. A nice wind cools your hot sun baked face. A few days ago you passed what the Plains Indians call Elk Penis, or Chimney Rock as you call it, because no one wants to explain that to their daughters and really, it looks like a chimney, was monumental. One third of the way to your destination. And thankfully no one has started asking, "Are we there yet?" .
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| Man walking in wheel ruts |
After traversing through grasslands, the tall rocky bluffs look majestic, startling, and welcomed. It's shadier near the bluffs, but the ox and wagons can not travel over those tilted slopes, so they remain in the sun. The soft sandstone below you blows away bit by bit, with each passing hoof, wheel, and foot. Amazingly, in less than 20 years, a well worn path through the sandstone will be carved so that even 160 years later it will still be distinguished as the path you and your family, and your community took. The Oregon Trail.
This is a blending of the passage through Scotts Bluff and, 70 miles west, modern day Guernsey where hundreds of wagons and thousands of oxen used the same narrow trail and left their ruts in the sandstone.
I will end with a word Haiku (because I am horrible at counting syllables):
One town explored, more towns could be
A good week in Scottsbluff.
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| Scotts Bluff NP |
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| Sketch from a letter, artist Charles M. Russell |
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| Painting in NP visitor center, artist not listed on name tag. |











