Frosty May Morning

Yesterday, frigid Floridians arose to frost on the car as the temperature dropped to 27 degrees Fahrenheit at Little America, Wyoming. Though we had lived near there in the past, our cold adaptation has long since vanished, and though frost may be cold, to us it is definitely not “cool.” Nope, not anymore! #frost #wyomingContinue reading “Frosty May Morning”

Platte

The Platte is a curious river washing over the gravelly remnants of the ancestral Rocky Mountains. Native Americans once camped and hunted along its waters, and later, European emigrants to Oregon, California, and Utah passed along the banks of this “Great Platte River Road.” The river was often described as “too thick to drink andContinue reading “Platte”

Sore Sower

Rising 400 feet above the plains of Nebraska, the state capitol building displays a statue of the Sower broadcasting seeds by hand. It represents the agricultural foundation of Nebraska. When I was young, a story circulated about a grade schooler having visited the capitol with his class. Afterwards the teacher asked the students to drawContinue reading “Sore Sower”