Day Twenty Two

Over the course of this trip, I first encountered mounted buffalo heads, then a whole stuffed buffalo, and then eventually, real life buffalo on the range.  Today we visited a Fur Trade Museum somewhere along the way in Nebraska, and there was a buffalo hide.

The fur trade in America was a major enterprise in the 1700's.  It was interesting to hear a brief overview of fur trading and its global scope.

We are now making progress heading east.  We have been very anxious to leave behind desert and sage brush and rocks.  Today, gradually, the tans turned to greens, even without the irrigation.  At the moment, we are in the Sand Hills of Nebraska, which is the best grazing land anywhere.  (a good place to have steak for dinner)

We have been traveling on Rt. 20, which is not an Interstate.  It is the same Rt. 20 as the one in NY, and it goes east to west across the country.  It actually reminds us a lot of our days traveling on Rt. 2 across Montana and Oregon.   In both cases, there are wide open spaces, no other cars, just us, and views out the window.

It is rather amazing how the terrain changes every day, and how every day holds some surprise.

With the exception of some incredible mountains and waterfalls and forests, we really have not seen anything that is as beautiful as the lush green hills and valleys and lakes of Central New York.

There's no place like home.  Now every day  moves us closer.