Now see, if I had been on the Interstate a few miles south I would have missed this. Instead I was on
Hwy 30 or otherwise known as the Lincoln Highway and I practically had the road all to myself.
As I was walking up the hill I thought of the Twilight Zone episode where Cliff Robertson played an immigrant on a wagon train. His son was sick with fever and he started out across the desert to seek help. As crossed over a high dune he was transported in time some 100 years into the future. There he stumbles upon a roadside cafe in the desert, gets some medicine and returns back to his wagon in his own time. A great story. I was imagining stepping back some 160 years in time.
I pretty little flower that would not have been around after the first wagon train passed through.
Notice the snow patch. And I might add the wind has finally stopped! It cost me 4 miles per gallon lost on that last tank full.
Now if you think like me you might be wondering why the grass hasn't filled in the ruts. Well cattle graze on this land and they do follow trails and paths. Just a guess.
Looking back from where I crested the hill.
And here is looking back to where the Platte River runs, the dark band of vegetation. Their crossing of the river was above and to the left of the Little House on the Highway.
Here I caught a glimpse of one of Nebraska's State Forests on the horizon. See, no one on the road.
It was a great day.
And finally, has anyone ever heard of this game?