Tuesday June 3, 2014, 67 miles (107 km) – Total so far: 734 miles (1,182 km)
I could tell you stories about the hills of loess soil which mantle the glacial tills. I could you stories about the sad state of the Winnebago reservation where the ‘drug dependency unit’ sign is the first thing you see when passing the hospital and where a ‘wellness centre’ seems too little too late to rebuild a broken culture. I could tell you stories about Lewis and Clark, the landfill that has every possible type of windmill displayed out front, the zillions of trucks heading to and from the ethanol plant, or the lady at the gas station in Ponca that has lived there her whole life and has six daughters, 19 grandchildren and 24 great-grandchildren (all of whom still live in a 50-mile radius). I could describe the layers of rock visible at the boat ramp at Ponca State Park and tell you when they were deposited and what Nebraska looked like at the time.
But that is not the story of today. Today’s story is all about weather. So let’s begin. Read more