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Highway
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As I am packing up SweetTreat,
getting ready to go, I see a lady taking her little dog out for a walk.
I love dogs and always have as my momma once said -
"If I couldn't find you
when you were little, I'd look for a pack of dogs. You'd be sitting in
the middle of 'em petting as many as you could."
A dog will love you when nobody
else will, they don't ask you how much you spent when you go shopping,
and they are always glad to see you.
I hold my hand out to the little
thing, and she immediately recognizes it as the hand of a professional
dog petter. She tells me -
"I'll give you thirty
minutes to stop petting me" or at least that is what I understood
her to say.
Her human tells me of some
of her troubles. Her husband left, her children left and now all she has
is this dog. I encourage her as best I can realizing that poor dog has
a heavy burden to carry on her small shoulders.
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I do
not realize it until I see this sign, but Highway 6 will take me right past
the world famous Boys Town - a refuge for many young boys with no hope and
no home. |
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I see
their 'marker' as I ride on by and can see some of their facilities in the
distance. |
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Then
I'm back out in the open country again where the air is just a bit clearer
and so is the road. |
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I see something
that makes me look twice - a lighthouse. Turns
out it was erected in 1939 as part of a rock quarry turned into
a lake and beach resort with an interesting history. |
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Moving on toward Lincoln, I
see a different sort of Highway 6 sign than I've seen before. |
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Today, Highway 6
serves up a great variety of scenery. Sometimes it goes through small towns... |
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sometimes though
the middle of nowhere and take a left ... |
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sometimes past fields that stretch
as far as you can see ... |
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and sometimes through towns
with interesting names like Friend ... |
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or The Christmas City ... |
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or named after a
Native American Tribe. |
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I see another one of those three
armed bandits looking for something to devour with a buddy waiting just
down the road for any leftovers ... |
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As I pass by Pioneer Village,
it looks as if it's seen better days. It was probably a major tourist attraction
when Highway 6 was the main road in this area. But sadly the interstate
is a far piece away and folks probably don't come this way any more unless
they're local or lost. |
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This section of
Highway 6 reminds me of really long wooden roller coaster with its ups and
downs like they used to have at the state fairs. |
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Off to my right I see a Cross
and a sign that proclaims 'Jesus saves'. And He does, and He keeps, and
He encourages and He protects His Own. |
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Some things you see make you
sort of scratch your head and this is one of them. I wonder what this was
built for as there appears to be no windows and only one door. |
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Then you see things that not
only make you scratch your head but ask the question -
"How and why?"
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When I was growing up, I worked
for a feller that hauled hay for the public. As a worker, I got paid a penny
a bale - which wasn't bad if the barn was close and the bales were not heavy.
But these hay bales laid out in military precision are far larger compared
to the square ones that we hoisted on the truck which sometimes could weight
close to a hundred pounds. |
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Finally I cross my last state
line for the day. |
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But I find this part of Colorado
does not really look much different that Nebraska that I just left - not
that it would or should. |
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I ain't liking what
I see off to my right cause when the clouds trail to the ground, it usually
means lots of liquid sunshine. |
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But there is still some blue
up ahead so I figure I'll take my chances. |
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Well, taking your chances has
its chances and about ten minutes from the motel the bottom falls out. I'm
in heavy traffic and there's no place to pull off so I get a nice bath with
my clothes on. I can feel my boots filling up with water cause this a real
frog drowner. When I pull up and go inside, I'm dripping water like a dog
that can't shake it off. |
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I booked this particular motel
because there is a Perkins in the parking lot and I'm fine with them for
supper and breakfast. But my hopes are dashed when I see it has been shut
for quite a while. |
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The only other option is a Wendys
across the street - but their lobby closed and only the drive-thru is open
and I'm on foot. So, I imagine myself to be a 'car' and go through the drive-in.
I must have been pretty convincing as I have no trouble getting service. |
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I've got wet stuff hanging all
over the place in hopes that it will be dry by in the morning. But much
greater challenges will face me tomorrow than I could ever imagine. |
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