Drove out to pick up N from her 4-H Camp in Halsey Forest. Having never been to Halsey we made a weekend of it. I made the following set of field notes from our trip:
It turns out that the Gas-Stop-Convenience stores along Hwy 2 are called Woa & Go. The kicker was in Thedford where patrons wore both boots & spurs.
The Nebraska Sandhills never fail to inspire a deep urge in me to lay down for a long nap in the hot sun.
Picking up N from camp where she inner-tubed down the Loup River I posed the obligatory question "how was camp?" My nine year old responded with an impressive litany of candy she'd eaten over the course of the past 72 hours. And that was all she wrote.
The Nebraska Forest in Halsey was lovely, actually. 90,000 acres of planted forestland. Mainly cedar and pine trees in the established stand plus a pretty impressive nursery. It could arguably be the state's greatest unnatural wonder.
I had forgotten the pleasure of waking up in a tent the morning after a rainstorm. The air was cold and wet. It had that fresh stinging smell of green things growing.
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