All day the highway was not far from the Platte River. The sun came up while the moon set. It was calm. The trucking industry rolling along with me. Birds, ducks and geese appeared again and again. Some were Sand Hill Cranes. I thought of how hard the labor must have been all those years ago for the Voyage of Discovery men making their way up the Missouri River that was now well to the north of me.
The quiet morning gave way to the wind by about 9:30 a.m. By 11 there were snow flurries. By 12:30 it was serious enough to begin to looking for a place to stop; then, it was as if it was just a storm cell and the wind dried the road, so I'd see how far the next town was and give it another try. By 2 p.m. snow was blowing so hard that at times the wind blew it across the road cuts so thickly that it was a white, impenetrable dust storm. The signs for Sidney, NE, were welcome and I found a Motel 6 that is really a nice one this time.
What good cheer it was that Keoni text messaged the news that he has been accepted into Meadowmount for this summer's music. And, he got the teacher that he wanted. He is awaiting results on another one or two other auditions he put out there, but must give Meadowmount the word he is coming by a certain date. A nail-biting time.
A quiet time here and rest beckons. Lewis and Clark just had tents and furs. I have a well-run (!!!) Motel 6.
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