Becky got
everything trimmed and hemmed. No more blue tape!
Turns out there is
a photo of Dad and the hat.
Thank you, brother
Tom.
Turns out brother
Bill had the hat too (sort of). I’d make this photo from about 1954 plus
or minus.
Lake Minatare State Recreation Area in
Nebraska. It has a lighthouse.
It doesn’t need a lighthouse. It’s not a
very big lake, and it’s in Nebraska! But during the dark days of the
depression, it was constructed as a beacon of hope. Built entirely of
native stone by the Veterans Conservation Corps, it was completed in 1939 and
is now known as the Plains Lighthouse. It doesn’t really have a light at
the top. It serves as an observation tower and attraction.
I just remembered;
Dad had a hat like this.
A wide-brimmed
hat. He wore it fishing at Lake Wohlford. I can’t find any pictures
of him with it on though.
In September I
sent out the morning view of the tree in Becky’s back yard.
Something was
happening at the top.
Update. The
tree in October.
Yup, something’s
happening here.
Ironically, even
though we started our birding adventures in Colorado, our Colorado County Map
is not completely filled in,
There is still
that southwestern gap we haven’t gotten to. We’ve been to all the
counties in Colorado, just not to every one since we started marking them off
this way by recording birds in them.
Done with Nebraska. We made the
county map go from this:
To this:
We didn’t exactly conquer the state, but we
saw a lot of it.
Now we’re working our way across the
northern edge of Kansas. It’s fun to pick a highway and follow it as far
as we can. Most of the big cities are connected by Interstate Highways,
so by staying off the Interstates, we pretty much stay out of big cities.
We’re following US Highway 36. Route 36 starts in Ohio to the east, runs
through Hannibal Mo, and ends in Estes Park in the west. We like Highway
36. In the Denver area it’s the Denver Boulder Turnpike. Don’t let
the name “Turnpike” fool you. It’s not a toll road. It was a toll
road when they first built it, but they promised that when it was paid off,
they would take down the toll booths. And they did! Right as Judy
and I arrived there in 1968.
Following Highway 36 through Kansas is
driving at exactly the speed limit, 65mph, and not having to pass or get passed
for hours at a time. Towns are small. Some don’t even have a
stoplight. Some don’t have a grocery or gas station. Most have
grain silos. A back road like this feels closer to what we’re passing
through than an Interstate does. There is less of a setback, less
distance.
Along the way.