Scott’s Bluff, where folks travelling along the Oregon Trail were trapped between some “badlands” to the north and an escarpment to the south. These days that escarpment is covered with huge wind turbines and the badlands are now farmlands.
The corn grows high in the fields. Stacked here and there are large rectangular hay bales.
The landscape is quite uniform except for the occasional prominence of very soft white sandstone. These crumbly peaks look as if they will dissolve in the next rain.
We stopped at Kimball for a cup of coffee. Not much moved in Kimball but the coffee was excellent. The proprietess of the shop is very proud of her Brazilian coffee. She said she came to Kimball from Denver and before that from California. She remarked, somewhat superfluously that things are much quieter in Kimball than in either or the aforementioned places. Not much doubt of that. Google street view has obliterated Kimball’s main drag. Perhaps the locals didn’t want electronic peeping toms. Perhaps Google has it in for Kimball. You decide.
I mentioned the Kimball reference in the old TV series The Fugitive, but the proprietess didn’t appear to be interested at all in the reference. Maybe she was taking precautions against too much excitement. Or maybe it was because the hero’s name was Kimble and not Kimball.
Meanwhile a village moribund and a child who appeared to be too young, too dark and too normal to be her offspring scrutinized with a steady and unselfconscious gaze the habits of four foreigners.
Lawrence has a way of inducing conversation out of the affably demented.
Meanwhile, Obama speaks to Chadron, Nebraska.
Here is the picture of a cad. He was born in Chadron, Nebraska. We are spending the night at a Motel 6 in Chadron.
His name was Leslie Lynch King Senior. His caddishness would have been forgotten except for a unique quirk of history.
Dinner was at Nancy’s, a popular spot that happily served a fusion of every form of popular food. Cajun spaghetti and Cornhusker Tortillas were prominent offerings. The decor was frowsy/friendly and the service by a softball-playing waitress was perky.