From Madison we drop south to Yankton where serendipitously I happen to spot a Cricket store, brand new, open just a week. The young man behind the counter fixes my phone by taking off several apps that came with it and has been preventing it from opening on first try. Many tries were needed to get it to open and let me navigate where I wanted to be, but not anymore. He fixed it! In return I bought a pretty white case for it at grand opening prices.
A trip through Walmart is next on the list for more ice. This hot humid weather makes a bag of ice melt faster than snow in July. After we are on the road again and cross into Nebraska I stop at the welcome center and ask about getting further west without taking the freeway, but with nice scenery. I come out of the place with an armload of literature I really didn’t want, but they are so nice and just trying to be helpful. I find that Midwesterners for the most part are just that way. Nicest people!
Nebraska is a corn state and fields of it are everywhere. They are, after all, known as the Cornhuskers. It’s a peaceful and lovely drive along Hwy 34/6.
We are headed to Benkelman, Nebraska where my grandmother took her own life in 1933, but are in no hurry. If they have a newspaper still around from that era or archives of the old ones perhaps I can get some information to flesh out what meager facts I know. Facts that took me years to discover.
We pass a little town called Funk.
I wonder if Wagnall is next …
In the meantime we spend another night at a Walmart, this one in Hastings (my father was born and raised in Hastings), after spending the biggest part of the day in a beautiful park next to the utility company with this huge stack of some kind next to the building .
Morning brings a prediction of a large thunderstorm for late afternoon. I decide to forego a planned trip to Parkview Cemetery where grandma is buried and we head out. I have photos of the headstone (Find-A-Grave website) and that will have to do for now.
The photos below kind of sums up Nebraska for me. I’ve read many things about the settling of Nebraska and a few stories from my dad about growing up here. Many involved a windmill in one way or another and that has always stuck in my mind.
We end up in a free campsite in a community park in Cambridge along the 34/6 Highway. Yes, free. We can spend three nights here and electricity is provided. Showers are available. We’re staying the entire three days. I need some down time to catch up on the blog. And take naps and read — smiling. *EDITED* to add: I was told by my very nice neighbors that if we wanted to stay longer to go to the Cambridge Chamber of Commerce and ask. The very sweet clerk said of course and we will be staying through the weekend. Lovely people in this small Nebraska town.
If you are ever near Cambridge come visit! Better yet, stay a while and enjoy.
Thanks for visiting 2Dogs! Hugs, Shawna
CURRENT READ: Stillhouse Lake by Rachel Caine (Intense and not for the faint of heart)