The most exciting event was getting the red light surprise somewhere around Ogalalla. I admit I have been pushing a little. A couple grand penalty for a late return of the rental car does that. The officer was gong the other way, and waved in a manner that I recognized as “The gig is up…., Pull over.” So I did, at a wide place, and sure enough it was only a short time before I had a shinny black cruiser with a bunch of Christmas lights on top pulling up behind me.
We exchanged paperwork, and he reminded me of the speed limit, and issued a warning. In the process I asked to take a picture of the cruiser and my car.
It has been 20 years since I have been pulled over, and I really didn’t mind. The Nebraska State Patrol officer was doing his job well, he was courteous, I knew he was right…, and all I could reasonably do was try to enjoy the experience. And I got a photo op!
I stopped in Kearny at the Great Platte River Road Archway, which spans the entire I 80 freeway....a nice stop. The fellow at the front door was ready to pose for a picture, and was not only well informed, he was a big booster of the Archway.
Next, I started scouting for Lincoln Highway goodies. The first was a 1920’s bridge Brian describes that stands beside the railroad tracks just east of Overton. The local boy scouts had done a beautiful job of painting it white with bright Lincoln Highway symbols. It looks better than it ever did when it was in use. Being an “authenticist” I wasn’t jumping for joy, but recognizing that 99.5% of the people aren’t like me…I’m OK with the scout’s good efforts.
I made several stops which will have to wait until I get home to be described, including photographing the McCabe hotel building in North Platte, which was the local LH control point.
One of our members here described the service station at Sutherland It is a beauty, but sadly neglected. Someone was sleeping in it, or at least there was a recently used bed roll; in the storeroom. I found a small, carefully constructed pit beside what had been the gas island. It baffles me. I may not have time tonight to fully describe it, but I’ll try to put the photos together when I get home.
I stopped at Ash Hollow to take a picture of the Oregon trail ruts, and at Chimney Rock. I’m spending the night in Scottsbluff. The weather was nice part of the day, and I missed a tornado in Bridgeport that severely damaged a house yesterday.
I have mixed feelings about our excellent weather reports. In the old days you looked out the window as you drove, and gauged the weather by what you saw. Now I have NOAA reports on the computer, Weather Channel reports on the TV, satellite radio weather reports on the car radio, and local reports on every local station.
All day the satellite radio was warning that I might encounter baseball size hail, and the weather channel this morning placed the danger as moderate. So I spent too much time being needlessly uneasy. And the forecast tomorrow is for snow ahead. I’m beginning to think the risks are overstated. If the weather person didn’t have a crisis to report, no one would listen!
Whe I first saw the bluffs for which Scottsbluff must be named, I was startled. It had be so long since I saw a elevation in the land,
I mistook them for black storm clouds on what was an overcast horizon!
Keep the Show on the Road!
Dave



















