Nebraska – Live Laugh RV

Stinky Feet and a Bust

October 3, 2015by Ingrid56 Comments

Whew!!! The past couple of weeks have been a whirlwind, keeping hubby and me on our toes. I’ll share more about our shenanigans in an upcoming post. For today, I’ll focus on getting caught up on our travels.

In my last post, we were working our way south through western Nebraska; America’s Heartland. Much to our surprise, we found the prairies in this part of the country incredibly enjoyable.

As we meandered down Highway 385, there was virtually no traffic. We took in the scenery and although mostly agricultural, the land rolls with the occasional rock butte.There’s a beauty to the land AND the hard-working people who call this place home. The area is rich in farming and rich in history. The iconic Chimney Rock served as one of the most recognizable landmarks for the great western pioneer migration in the 1800’s.Chimney Rock is now a National Historic Site. This slender rock spire rises over 300 feet from a conical base and can be seen from nearly 30 miles away.Pioneers used Chimney Rock as a landmark to guide them along the Oregon Trail, California Trail, and Mormon Trail. The trails ran along the north side of the rock following the Platte River and continued on to Scotts Bluff, another important landmark.

Scottsbluff — The Platte River with Scotts Bluff in the background 20 miles away

It’s no secret that I’m not the history buff in this family, but I’m fascinated by the tale of those gutsy Pioneers. This was, after all Indian territory. As a matter of fact, the Lakota Sioux referred to Chimney Rock as Elk Penis, a name I find much more entertaining. Indians, rattlesnakes, and harsh weather were just the beginning of the difficult journey west for those enterprising pioneers. The fortitude and determination it took to embark on such an ambitious venture is astounding. Many made it to their destination, and many did not.

So while the Pioneers of the 1800’s could park their horses and covered wagons anywhere they saw fit, hubby and I need to abide by rules and laws governing where we can park our modern-day horse and covered wagon.

Free overnighting with electric AND water…..

We find ourselves frequently using the site Campendium.com for camping reference and quickly noted a place to camp for the night. We find the Bayard town park easily. It’s located across from a large grassy picnic area in a small gravel lot with electric and water pedestals for 3 RV’s. What a great find and it’s located only 3 miles north of ~~Elk Penis~~ Chimney Rock.

As much as Al and I enjoyed our free campsite, later that evening we accused each other of having stinky feet…. that is, until a gust of wind brought the rather light stench to one of sheer on assault. Ah yes, we were quickly reminded that we were indeed camped in cattle country. The next day, it was time to take our clean feet and move on!

By the way… there were a total of four bloggers all traveling through this part of Nebraska within days of each other. For a different view on the same area, I’ve attached a link to the other bloggers. First up was Pam and John followed by Mona Liza and Steve, then us (although we didn’t visit Scotts Bluff), and lastly Nina and Paul. I find it interesting to read four very different and distinct blogging accounts on the same subject.

We continued our journey south through western Nebraska. We could not possibly pass through Sidney, Nebraska, without a quick stop at the original Cabela’s store. I love success stories and this is certainly a tale of the American dream.

Dick Cabela turned $45 worth of fishing fly materials into the number one outdoor retailer. You can read the entire story here.

We also appreciate the RV friendly facilities found at most Cabela locations. The Sidney store offers a couple of dump stations along with plenty of free overnight parking PLUS a campground complete with full hook-ups for a nominal fee.

On to Colorado……

We pulled into the North Sterling State Park in northeast Colorado. It was midweek with no ranger in sight and plenty of open campsites. We drove around looking for a nice site with a view and noting any reservation notices on the site posts. We pulled into site #6 which required a little creative leveling but nothing we couldn’t handle. A mere two hours later, the camp host came by and reluctantly said, “I’m sorry folks, but I’m going to ruin your day. I need you to move to another site”. Apparently, the ranger failed to post the reservation notices that morning and this site was already reserved for the evening. We responded in a very understanding manner.

With the camp hosts assistance, we found a site that was available for that night and into the up coming weekend. Within 30 minutes we were all set up in our new spot – site #49, which turned out to be equally as nice as #6 with even more spacing between sites and more privacy.

That evening the camp host dropped by bearing a gift of the most delicious full SLAB of BBQ ribs that he had slow cooked all day. Yum! A little visiting over drinks ensued.

The next day I was off on my adventure; an excursion I had planned a few months earlier and one not of interest to hubby.

I wasn’t optimistic about by sojourn to the Pawnee National Grasslands, but I was curious since a blogger recommended I might enjoy it. I drove, and I drove…. down this gravel road and that gravel road. I encountered one 18 wheeler after another. At one point, I was sandwiched between two. The cloud of dust was blinding at times.

18 wheelers at work - fracking all over Pawnee National Grasslands — 18 wheelers at work – fracking occurring all over Pawnee National Grasslands

You see, this is serious fracking country. Beneath the surface of the Pawnee National Grasslands are oil and gas reserves that are being extracted. The land is dotted with production facilities and evaporation ponds (the waters used for fracking turn toxic after use and need to be dealt with). Not exactly fitting of the scenic category.It took me awhile to find the trailhead to the famous Pawnee Buttes, but after a little meandering down various gravel roads I eventually found my destination. I spent 15 minutes looking around and talking to the cows before hopping back in the truck. No hiking for me. My interest had totally waned.

I wanted so much to like this place. I tried really hard to find the beauty, but after 4 hours of driving one gravel road after another and sharing the dust with semi-trucks, I turned tail and headed home. I would categorize this visit as a bust (aka failure, flop, fizzle, dud). Don’t get me wrong, there is a beauty to the land and I enjoy communing with cows, but the industrial aspect took away from the experience.

Picnic area and trailhead to Pawnee Buttes. A wind farm can be seen in the distance.

Perhaps birders might find this place of interest as the Colorado State Bird the Lark Bunting was flying around in abundance, or perhaps the western region of Pawnee NG offers something more photogenic, but the area I explored held little interest to me personally.

When I returned to the RV, hubby and I looked up reviews for the Pawnee National Grasslands and discovered the majority of the reviews were negative. I’m glad I went with an open mind and read these reviews AFTER my visit. Even though it was a bust, I’m still glad I visited. Not all places in Colorado can be labeled majestic.

Let’s move on to Denver……

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Nebraska

Crickets, Mooing & Stars

September 25, 2015September 24, 2015by Ingrid62 Comments

We hit the road bright and early the day after Labor Day (Sept. 8) waving good-bye to the Black Hills. With South Dakota in the rear view mirror, we vowed to return another day.

The roads appeared to be rather quiet this Tuesday in early September. Just the way we like it. We allowed ourselves five days to travel 400 miles (643km). Aaahhh, this is just the pace we like to travel.

We didn’t have a reservation anywhere until the 13th, thus we were able to meander along highway 385 south into Nebraska foot loose and fancy free. I did however have one quirky little stop that had been on my radar for the past two years. Other than that, no items on the must see list.

Before we hit the road, we do like to have a general idea about where we plan on overnighting including a backup plan. Al and I are all about “backups”. The evening before our departure while hubby and I were relaxing and enjoying a couple of drink’s, we each had an atlas on our lap. As we perused our route south, hubby noticed the little green marker on the map indicating a state park with camping. Hmm, that was only twenty miles away from my must see target in Alliance, Nebraska.

Although I consider myself a planner, I do have my moments when I find it adventurous to wing it. And the next few days of travel fell into the winging it category.

Nebraska State Park — camped near water at Box Butte

Box Butte Reservoir State Park was our stop for the evening. While setting up camp near the shores of Box Butte Reservoir, the birds were chirping and the cackle of a Great Blue Heron was heard as he flew across the water. Yes, we were off to a good start!

That evening the sky was wonderfully pitch black except for a crescent moon and stars. We went to sleep to the sound of crickets and with the blinds left open. It was so incredibly peaceful having this little slice of America’s heartland to ourselves.

The next morning we woke up to the glow of the rising sun and the sound of mooing cattle in the distance. After a great rather a fantastic nights sleep, we both agreed this turned out to be such a wonderful and unexpected little find in western Nebraska. Crickets, birds, water, mooing, and stars sums up our stay here perfectly. And this is why we RV!

But what about that quirky must see stop, you ask? I’m a little old school and maintain a three-ring binder which includes a calendar, info on our reservations, and travel ideas. Oh, I have plenty of items bookmarked on my computer, but somehow I always forget to check the electronics (I did say old school, didn’t I). That three-ring binder remains my favorite source of reminders.

Tucked in amongst some other Nebraska sights to see paperwork was information on Carhenge. Turns out, the route I had chosen through Nebraska was taking us in the direction of this whimsical sight…… making it a must see.

Since I figured I most likely would never visit the iconic Stonehenge in England, a site that has always fascinated me, I’d settle for the next best thing; a replica made from old cars.

Here’s what the Carhenge website has to say…..

The artist of this unique car sculpture, Jim Reinders, experimented with unusual and interesting artistic creations throughout his life. While living in England, he had the opportunity to study the design and purpose of Stonehenge. His desire to copy Stonehenge in physical size and placement came to fruition in the summer of 1987 with the help of many family members.

Thirty-nine automobiles were placed to assume the same proportions as Stonehenge with the circle measuring approximately 96 feet (29m) in diameter. Some autos are held upright in pits five feet deep, trunk end down, while other cars are placed to form the arches and welded in place. All are covered with gray spray paint. The honor of depicting the heel stone goes to a 1962 Caddy.

Carhenge was built as a memorial to Reinders’ father who once lived on the farm where Carhenge now stands. While relatives were gathered following the death of Reinders’ father in 1982, the discussion turned to a memorial and the idea of a Stonehenge replica was developed. The family agreed to gather in five years and build it. The clan, about 35 strong, gathered in June 1987 and went to work. According to Mr. Reinders, “It took a lot of work, sweat, and beers”.

Reinders donated the 10 acres of land where Carhenge is located to the Friends of Carhenge who have preserved it till 2013. On October 1, 2013, Friends of Carhenge gifted the site to the Citizens of Alliance.

While I was wandering the grounds with camera in hand, hubby stepped inside the Pitstop, aka gift shop, and started up a conversation with the gal manning the store. I joined the conversation mid stream and talk about a small world. We all lived in Las Vegas, Nevada, at the same time in the 1990’s, during the building boom, plus she was originally from Wisconsin; the same area where we visited just a few weeks earlier.

The conversation flowed freely and we discovered how she came to live in Alliance, Nebraska. The short version: Farmer from Nebraska goes to Las Vegas on vacation. Farmer meets cocktail waitress in Las Vegas. A romance ensues followed by a marriage. Cocktail waitress moves onto a farm in Nebraska and now works for the town of Alliance happily married to said farmer and loving life.

We’re always interested in the paths people choose and hearing those entertaining life stories. It was a delight visiting with her.

Along with the mimicking Stonehenge, over the years other sculptures by various artists have been added to the grounds.

While most folks stop by Carhenge and spend about ten minutes strolling around, we found ourselves hanging around this novel site well over an hour. Between the unique quirkiness of it and the engaging conversation inside the Pitstop, this was an amusing and worthwhile stop.

Next up; more compelling sights in Nebraska 😉

Technology is wonderful, but I still like having a backup in the form of a hard copy. So we keep a library of maps handy along with a daytimer that helps keep our travels organized. We don’t always have internet connection and occasionally my phone battery dies (when I least expect). Having a backup has saved our rears more than once.

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Nebraska, South Dakota

Quick, Quick, Slow, Slow

September 10, 2015September 9, 2015by Ingrid83 Comments

Not only does it sound like we’re doing the Two-Step, it feels like we’re doing the Two-Step ….. country dancing across America’s Heartland.

Amish — Our horse and buggy goes a little faster, but we stop and shop at the same store

Quick, quick across Wisconsin and Minnesota.Slow, slow as we explored South Dakota’s Badlands and Black Hills.

Quick, quick as we skirt through Nebraska,

and slow, slow as we settle into Colorado for the rest of the month.And come the end of September, it’ll be back to a quick, quick pace to Phoenix, Arizona to settle in for the winter. The slow meandering we had hoped to do on the way to the desert southwest won’t be possible due to assisting a family member.So once I catch my breath, I’ll fill you all in on our time between Door County, Wisconsin and Denver, Colorado. In the meantime, enjoy some of my photographs from our journey as hubby and I get back to Two-Stepping down the road 🙂

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Illinois

Re-calculating mid stream

August 4, 2015August 3, 2015by Ingrid70 Comments

It’s an early Saturday morning as we wind our way through Denver. We’re perplexed by the amount of traffic on the roads at seven in the morning on a weekend. Don’t you people ever sleep in? Ah, with so much beauty and recreation out their front door, it’s obvious, it’s time to play….. that’s what we do!

A mere thirty minutes east of Denver, we practically have the road to ourselves. With the RV pointing east, there’s no longer a view of any mountains, just a long stretch of openness in front of us. As we pass sprawling ranch land and cattle feed lots, our emotions about this excursion are mixed. That’s kind of the norm for us as we rarely relish trips back east even though we do look forward to reconnecting with family.

As we enter Nebraska, the land gets flatter – about as flat as a Monopoly board and the agricultural land is divided off into similar parcels. America’s Great Plains can be harsh and unforgiving land. There’s nothing to stop the winds from blowing snow in a sideways direction or a spring storm turning into a deadly twister, not to mention the extreme temperatures.

While we meander down the road, we take in our surroundings. We appreciate our comfy cushioned leather seats versus a hard saddle. We appreciate the climate
controlled truck cab versus the open air exposed seating of a covered wagon.

The air is thick with 90% humidity and an equally hot temperature of 90 degrees Fahrenheit (32 Celsius). Yep, we appreciate the modern-day comforts of air conditioning along with our version of horse and wagon. I can’t imagine the perils encountered while crossing this land a hundred years ago.

The route from Colorado to Illinois is a drive Al and I have made more times than we can count. However, this is the first time we’re making the trip with the RV in tow. Past trips were always done with just the vehicle and most times the 1,100 mile (1771 km) journey was driven in one very long day. We’d hit the road around 5:00 a.m. in the morning and arrive at our destination at about 10:00 or 11:00 at night. We always dreaded these days.

Today was different. We didn’t dread the drive or the day. I found myself snapping photos out of the truck (the majority of photos turned out blurry, of course… love that delete button). The plan all along was to make it to Omaha for the night, with a backup of stopping sooner if we weren’t up to driving 550 miles (885 km). There’s comfort in knowing we can stop anytime we want and take a nap in our own bed. Comfort in knowing we have a well stocked fridge and freezer for healthy meals. Comfort in knowing we don’t have a schedule to maintain. And comfort in knowing we are foot loose and fancy free. Ah, the freedom of the open road.

We find ourselves engulfed with a sense of calm and adventure and enjoying the scenery unfolding in front of us. This isn’t the in your face jaw dropping beauty we see in the Rocky Mountains. Discovering this beauty requires a little digging…. figuratively and literally. This is America’s heartland. This land feeds people around the world. Images of backyard barbeques, apple pie, and little kids running around are conjured. It evokes a sense of home.

The nearly nine-hour, 550 mile drive to Omaha was pleasant and uneventful. The two new audio books purchased for the drive remain sealed. Al and I found ourselves talking about our plans for the next seven weeks instead of listening to books or music. In so doing, we changed our mind about our journey about as many times as a teenage girl changes her outfit. To say we were re-calculating is an understatement.

Cabela's — Our horse and covered wagon. We spend the night at the Cabela’s in Omaha, Nebraska

Before pulling into our parking spot in Omaha for the night we finally decided once we’re in Illinois, we’ll visit a state park for a couple of nights not far from where Al grew up. As a matter of fact, the last time Al visited Starved Rock State Park was during an elementary school field trip.

Next up we’ll share whether or not Starved Rock State Park lives up to all the hype; voted number one attraction in the state of Illinois.Info on our overnight stop in Omaha, Nebraska. When Al and I are hightailing it from point A to point B, we usually look for a quick, safe place to overnight. For such a short stay, we usually won’t bother with a campground or RV Park. We’re self-contained and comfortable dry camping / boondocking. Wal-Mart of course is a popular option that we’ve taken advantage of many a time especially when we need to stock up on supplies anyway. Another option, one we prefer is a Cabela’s store parking lot. Although few and far between, we’ll check anywhere along our route and make notes as to any possible stores. Many of the newer stores not only have a designated RV and truck parking area, they also offer a dump station and fresh water.

Al was once a preferred Cabela’s shopper receiving this sporting goods stores’ hard cover catalog. So it may be free overnighting for most people, but for us??? 😆 Even our daughter wore her Cabela’s hat to the Luke Bryan Concert, which I initially thought was inappropriate until I realized Luke Bryan is not only a Cabela’s spokesperson, he has his own brand of product line sold at Cabela’s; 32 Bridge.

As we pull into the Cabela’s in Omaha, we quickly look for the sign pointing us in the direction of “RV Parking”. It doesn’t take long and we realize this is a popular spot with semi-truckers. We find a spot off to the side, away from the rumbling truck engines, and are quickly joined by two more RV’s. Of course, an in store purchase was made before calling it a night. The Omaha Cabela’s does not have a dump station but does have fresh water and has super easy access on and off Interstate 80.

Cabela’s in Colorado – along Interstate 25 (easy on, easy off), there is a new Cabela’s north of Denver and another to the south. Both have dump stations, fresh water, and designated RV parking, all free of charge ….. unless wife buys a new pair of shoes!
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