So, we arrived at Ft. Kearney Recreation Area and found our campsite--the only advance reservation we had made. It's giving us a new slant on life. As you can see, the first step's a doozy. We are right on the water, but geesh. I do have to comment about Nebraska State Parks. They charge $4 a night more for a campsite than Iowa plus a $5 a day user fee. So--coin operated showers? Really, Nebraska?
After a little encore buffet of the beet salad and the pasta augmented with some summer sausage, we motored into the Kearney Ramada to visit with Hildebrand cousins. They represented California, Texas, Colorado and Iowa.
After a little encore buffet of the beet salad and the pasta augmented with some summer sausage, we motored into the Kearney Ramada to visit with Hildebrand cousins. They represented California, Texas, Colorado and Iowa.
This morning we rode a little bike trail to a bridge made out of an old trestle from which to view the Platte River and sand cranes when they are in residence. (Not now.) The bridge is long and bumpy but not high, making it doable for me.
The Platte runs along the route followed by the Oregon Trail and became known as "a mile wide and a foot deep" or "too thick to swim in and too thin to plow." Actually the water on this day was pretty clear and fast moving. Just not much of it. It was a great morning for a ride.
I had to snap this photo near the end of our ride. This little guy with the training wheels was sent back by his bigger brothers and the guy behind him is wearing his Blue Coyote hat. If you don't get it, you'll just have to read the book.
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