Hello from Nebraska (pt 1)

Hey there, fellow subscriber. :) I’m hanging out at the library here in Sidney, Nebraska. Last night I car-camped at the local truck stop here and slept pretty well. There is something meditative about sleeping surrounded by a mass of Semi-trucks, all running, purring a sleepy lullaby to me.

So, yesterday I went over to the Crazy Horse National Monument and spent a few hours there. Pretty interesting stuff. I found out Crazy Horse isn’t run by any Federal or State funding. It is ran by visitor’s donations and ticket sales, and gift shop profits, etc. The main dude who started carving Crazy Horse had 10 children, and now that he has passed it is run by his family. Talk about your life goals.

Here is a statue of what Crazy Horse will look like when done, and in the background you can see where it is currently (after 50 years). They say it is so big, Mt. Rushmore would barely fit in the head-hair area.

After that, I drove forever through flat-lands, and through a rainstorm. I wanted to get out and take a picture in the flat grasslands of South Dakota and Nebraska, but the whole being-the-tallest-in-a-lightening-storm didn’t bode well with me. :)

I saw me some of those big horse-things. Oh, buffalo.

I had to pee for an hour, when everything looked like this. :(

The fields and major cloud action going on in the sky was awesome, as in awe-inspiring. But dang. I felt the opposite of claustrophobic. Like, at any moment, gravity would reverse and I’d be thrown into the sky. Is this a real phobia? Like people, who are born and raised surrounded by mountains, getting disoriented in wide open spaces? I think I’m done with heading east, for now, I’m thinking of more south now.

I’m breaking this into two posts, because the next one will have several Carhenge pics. :)