I hear that whistle blowin…








As we have wandered thru little towns in Colorado, Wyoming and now Nebraska, I am missing home. Its time to go home.

The cliff dwellings were pretty cool. I loved the steady artisan style of the sleeping places, the places to grind corn, storage bins, and circular towers and kivas…beautiful thoughtful work, all for a purpose.

I shopped galleries, and little shops til I was exhausted. Brought home some treasure and some gifts.

And then we wandered north, towards home, staying away from the interstate, wanting to see little towns.

Last nite we stayed in Scottsbluff, in a tiny campground 5 miles out. It was cheap for a campsite, but after we got the tent up, and the bug candles lit, we discovered why.

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