Kathy & I like to seek out train stations during our travels, especially ones that appear to be historically significant or that have some amount of architectural uniqueness. That’s what took us to Fairbury, Nebraska on our recent trip.
When I photograph these train stations, they are usually locked up tight, so I mostly walk around the outside, documenting interesting features and taking overviews of the building and surroundings. Since most of these stations are in fairly busy towns I get my usual curious looks from passersby, but for the most part no one pays any attention to me.
The station in Fairbury houses a museum, but I knew when we were on our way there that – even if the museum wasn’t observing a Covid-related closure – that we would arrive well after their normal business hours. But as we pulled up, a good 30 minutes after closing time, a woman was coming out of the building on the opposite end of where I parked. I got out and started my usual walking around. The woman drove down to the end of the building where I had parked. I said hello and told her – as if she hadn’t made the assumption – that I was just a train station buff out to take a few photos. Then she said, “would you like to see the inside?” Uhhh, sure (it didn’t take me that long to say yes)!
As it turns out they were having some kind of meeting there that evening, and she had been there to make sure things were set up. With evidently nothing else to do she talked to me and Kathy for about 30 minutes while I wandered through and took a few pictures. She told us that a local train club was in the process of building a model train layout in one of the upstairs rooms and apologized for that room being locked, but otherwise I had the run of the place.
Not wanting to overstay our welcome and knowing that we still had several hours of driving left, we politely said our thanks and goodbyes, and headed off for the rest of our adventure. It was a special and unexpected treat to be able to get inside this old station, if only for a few minutes!
One of the off-the-beaten-path places we visited on our journey westward was in Nebraska. The Homestead National Monument of America is located near Beatrice (pronounced be-AT-riss)Nebraska.
From the NPS website:
The Homestead Act of 1862 was one of the most significant and enduring events in the westward expansion of the United States. By granting 160 acres of free land to claimants, it allowed nearly any man or woman a “fair chance.”
Millions of Americans including immigrants, women, and formerly enslaved men and women would make the dream of westward expansion a reality for this country. For over a century these settlers would test their grit and endurance in the untamed wilderness and remote frontiers. Homestead National Monument of America, located in Southeast Nebraska, commemorates this Act and the far-reaching effects it had upon the landscape and people.
It is the purpose of our government “to elevate the condition of men, to lift artificial burdens from all shoulders and to give everyone an unfettered start and a fair chance in the race of life.”
– President Abraham Lincoln, July 4, 1861
Like most of the other places we visited, this park was mostly deserted at the time we were there. A few rangers working in the building and a few fellow tourists walking the grounds outside were about it. But the park contains some excellent information about the Homestead Act and its impact on the settlement of the west.
One of the challenges of a long road trip is all of the varying road conditions and how it trashes the car. I’m not one of those guys who obsesses over every water spot, but I do get to a point where I need to find a car wash!
For some reason, Kansas, Nebraska and Missouri seem to have way more bugs than anywhere else we’ve been. After 2 or 3 days of highway speeds, the front of the car looks like the site of an insect massacre.
We spent a lot more time on gravel and dirt roads on this trip, especially in eastern Washington but also in Montana, Idaho, Nevada and Utah. In the Palouse region of Washington, a few of the roads had dirt so fine that was like powder, and it got everywhere. Not to mention the smoke and soot in Oregon! It took its toll on the car, for sure.
Fortunately or unfortunately the drive home from Tennessee was almost all in the rain, so it did help a bit with the dust. But a couple of hours in the driveway to clean out the inside plus a trip to the car wash was an absolute necessity. It’s all good now, at least until the next trip down a dirt road!
The first night’s stop on our northwest road trip was Bowling Green, KY. And thanks to making good time on I-40 and to gaining an hour with the move into the Central time zone, we arrived in time to visit the National Corvette Museum. It’s hard not to love the Corvette, even if you are a long-time Ford fan. The museum is nicely done, with an excellent collection of Corvettes from all years, along with concept cars and a scattering of other makes from the early years.
One thing I had forgotten about was that in 2014 a portion of the museum floor collapsed into a huge sinkhole, sending 8 priceless cars plunging into the abyss. The sinkhole has been filled in and the floor has been rebuilt. Several of the cars were damaged beyond repair, but they were returned to their original place in the museum as they were recovered. A frightening sight and reminder not to mess with nature! The museum’s website has some information about the sinkhole and the exhibit they created to tell the story. It’s pretty interesting, especially the timelapse of the effort to fill in the hole!
An unexpected bonus of our visit was a display of cars and car art by legendary artist Ed “Big Daddy” Roth of Rat Fink fame. I remember idolizing his work as a kid along with cars by designer George Barris, and I’m pretty sure that at one time I had built plastic models of a few of these cars. That was a long time ago!
I’ve posted a sampling of photos from our visit here on this page, but for those who want to dig deeper I’ve created an album from our trip on my Adobe Portfolio page and have added a gallery of more photos from the museum. Enjoy!
We traveled a total of 8030 miles in 24 days, and I took 4,459 photos for 168GB!
We saw rain on the first day and the last day, and very little in between. We had one very windy day in Washington, and we saw lots of smoke – way too much – in Oregon. Otherwise the weather was very pleasant, not too hot, not too cold.
We live in a beautiful country. There is something for everyone, and the scenery changes by the hour. Except perhaps in Kansas, where it changes a bit more slowly.
It’s interesting how you can tell when you have entered a new state. It’s not an immediate change, but if you took a picture before and another after about an hour, you can tell.
People ain’t staying home! The roadways and motels are all pretty full, especially the interstate highways.
In most places, people were well behaved, doing all the disease prevention stuff and generally staying away from each other. Hotels have used Covid as an excuse to not clean your room or provide breakfast, but as long as we can get coffee that is perfectly OK with us. Chain hotel breakfasts are usually not that good anyway (except sometimes the waffles!).
We have generally been avoiding “chain” restaurants for several years. But a few times, due mostly to convenience and location, we found ourselves at a few chain restaurants – Red Lobster, Outback and Rafferty’s to name a few. They were OK and we didn’t get sick or die! We still avoid “fast food” except to pee.
Mostly with eating out is that you just need to think about where you are. For example, don’t try to order fish in Nebraska or Montana – they know beef and pork. In Washington or Oregon? Chinook salmon in Washington is amazing, plus they have freshwater walleye and trout – no problemo. In Montana? No fish.
Carrying our own food and having most breakfasts and many lunches on the road saved us time and money, and by avoiding all those restaurant meals we each gained less than 3 pounds, a miracle for us.
We saw lots and lots of RVs and travel trailers of all sizes, shapes, speeds and apparent driver ability. It’s a little scary that people who can’t pull their Buick into a parking place straight are now driving tour bus-sized behemoths.
It’s interesting that in many cases the larger the motor home or trailer, the more crap that was hanging off the back or on top or in a vehicle being towed behind. Boats, 4-wheelers, golf carts, motorcycles, bicycles, etc. I guess people are trying to prove that you can take it with you after all. How about just taking less stuff? Hauling all that crap around is not my idea of getting away from it all. But I guess that’s not the point.
Despite all the RVs on the road, all across the country we saw dozens of sales lots with hundreds of units sitting unsold. Plus many more storage centers with units sitting in storage. Who has that kind of money to just let stuff sit around?
We saw nothing to convince us to buy an RV. Or to get a dog.
As is often the case, the famous places (which we avoided) are packed with people while the less famous places are empty. We were literally the only visitors we saw at Fort Larned National Monument and George Washington Carver National Monument – both in Kansas, which might explain something.
Thank goodness for US Highways. No trucks, virtually no cities, lots of passing lanes and 65-75 mph speed limits. We use them whenever we can.
I don’t know what they’re hauling, but there are many more trucks on the road than I ever remember in previous travels, especially on the main interstates between major cities. Between the trucks and the RVs that can’t or won’t maintain the speed limit, driving the highways can be nerve-wracking. But we managed!
An informal poll of people willing to put up political signs gives a decided edge to the incumbent. No conclusions can be made of this data, as the margin of error of this poll is +/- 50%
It’s amazing how much better things seem when you stay away from the news!
Kathy & I had just left our motel in Hayes, Kansas and were speeding down the highway when I spotted this barn alongside the road. It had a very interesting character to it, the light was beautiful and I knew immediately it would make a nice photograph. But I didn’t stop.
I don’t know how it did it, but soon after I passed the barn I started hearing this voice. It said, “hey dumba$$, come back here and take my picture.” It took nearly 2 miles, but eventually I started slowing down and told Kathy, “I’m going back.”
As I was walking back to the car the farmer drove by in his pickup. I waved at him and he waved back. Maybe he had heard the voice, too. 😉
A few days earlier I had passed another barn in Colorado where there was no safe place to pull off the road, and I stewed about it for a long time. So I didn’t really want to pass this one by. But I was already in “Get There Mode” and almost let it go. I’m glad I didn’t!
One of the highlights of our recent road trip (yes, we’re home now!) was a nice albeit too-short visit with our friend Monte Stevens in Fort Collins, Colorado.
We ordinarily would have planned on spending more time in Fort Collins, as we really like the town and Monte is a swell guy to hang out with, but between the fires and our growing get-home-itis we decided to make a quick overnight stop. But that didn’t prevent us from getting out and burning a few pixels.
Kathy & I joined Monte on a walk through the Reservoir Ridge Natural Area, where we saw his “office” and were able to see a few of the firefighting helicopters coming and going from a nearby airfield. We had a nice pizza dinner at a local pizza joint followed by a yummy breakfast at a local “American-Mexican Breakfast and Lunch” spot.
Any time with Monte is time well spent, and we look forward to getting back to Fort Collins at at time where the weather and conditions are better!
Interesting history to this fort, which was established in 1859 and whose role consisted of guarding the transport of the US Mail as well as general traffic along the Santa Fe Trail.
The best part for us was that we spent over an hour at the fort and the only other person we saw was the caretaker, who we saw only from a distance. A very quiet and peaceful experience!
Driving through Nebraska and Kansas we kept seeing these interesting plants but didn’t know what they were. The bottoms look like corn stalks but the tops were definitely not corn – more like big bushy cattails. Finally Kathy consulted the interwebs and discovered that the plant in question was sorghum. I’ve eaten sorghum but didn’t know what the plant looked like. News you can use!