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Ballading on the Big Thompson (river - CO) John Wayne as Kitchen God. You can be safe under the sign of the horseshoe.
The scars of the September 2013 flood (the motel owners along the river were airlifted).
Descent
Headed to Wyoming...
The scars of the September 2013 flood (the motel owners along the river were airlifted).
Descent
Headed to Wyoming...
Stampede on the highway in Wyoming. The cowboy appears from nowhere to round them up.
(i had suspected this, that there really ARE cowboys)
Back to Nebraska (after the best omelet ever in a Denny's in Cheyenne, Wyoming)
This is Lake McConnaughy, which is the dammed up part of, I think, the North Platte. This lake is close to the town of Ogallala, which is of course the namesake of the great Ogallala aquifer - the rapidly diminishing underground water source for the Plains and the irrigator of the nation's breadbasket.
Lake McConnaughy may be man-made, but it really expansive and beautiful. That day the water looked like beaten silver metal and where it met the sky was so hazed out by white light that they seemed melded together. On the ground there are these giant arms of perfect powdery sand that people drive their campers
onto and swim from and run their dogs around on. The water is very clean and clear. I wanted to jump in but my boyfriend got mad at me for even suggesting. I walked back to the car like a peeved child and swore I'd never talk to him again (that lasted about 30 miles down highway 80).
Don't you just want to fly above this lake, feel the breeze and taste the sky and maybe even skim the wavelets with your feet? When I close my eyes I can make this heaven come into my brain. I have a new term for those who attempt such high flights: they are "velocirvapers".
End of the line. Galena IL. Home of Ulysses S. Grant. We're almost back to Wisconsin. I've got total historical and geographical immersion, a tablet full of photos to clutch - and Jackie DeShannon's 1960s big hair. What's not to feel good?
And then there's the booty...
(i had suspected this, that there really ARE cowboys)
Back to Nebraska (after the best omelet ever in a Denny's in Cheyenne, Wyoming)
This is Lake McConnaughy, which is the dammed up part of, I think, the North Platte. This lake is close to the town of Ogallala, which is of course the namesake of the great Ogallala aquifer - the rapidly diminishing underground water source for the Plains and the irrigator of the nation's breadbasket.
Lake McConnaughy may be man-made, but it really expansive and beautiful. That day the water looked like beaten silver metal and where it met the sky was so hazed out by white light that they seemed melded together. On the ground there are these giant arms of perfect powdery sand that people drive their campers
onto and swim from and run their dogs around on. The water is very clean and clear. I wanted to jump in but my boyfriend got mad at me for even suggesting. I walked back to the car like a peeved child and swore I'd never talk to him again (that lasted about 30 miles down highway 80).
Don't you just want to fly above this lake, feel the breeze and taste the sky and maybe even skim the wavelets with your feet? When I close my eyes I can make this heaven come into my brain. I have a new term for those who attempt such high flights: they are "velocirvapers".
End of the line. Galena IL. Home of Ulysses S. Grant. We're almost back to Wisconsin. I've got total historical and geographical immersion, a tablet full of photos to clutch - and Jackie DeShannon's 1960s big hair. What's not to feel good?
And then there's the booty...
momofthegoons
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Microscopic Sculptures, in the Eye of the Needle
