It never rains but it pours
It took much longer to get going Thursday morning than it was supposed to. Surely Lewis & Clark had those days when getting all their stuff together just seemed to take a … Read More
Moving to Montana
I didn’t linger in Riverdale, I had a few miles to rack up. I was heading to the uninspiring-sounding New Town, largely because the ranger at Trail HQ in Omaha had recommended … Read More
Winter on the Missouri
After all the rain, the blue skies of a Tuesday morning in Bismarck were quite the treat. I took the River Road (of course), destination Fort Mandan – an extremely significant location on … Read More
Lakhotas in the Dakotas
Pierre, capital of South Dakota (and pronounced Pier) deserved more than the morning I’d allocated it. It’s the second smallest state capital after Montpelier, Vermont, but it still boasts what must be … Read More
At the Hundredth Meridian
I left Yankton and the slightly odd Broadway Inn with the faintest pangs of homesickness. A combination of the football and hearing Duffy’s ‘Warwick Avenue‘ playing in Quizno’s subs the night before … Read More
Heavy weather in Yankton
Another broken night – this time by a thunderstorm that crashed through Sioux City at about 3am. No obvious damage there, but further north plenty of evidence that some serious winds had … Read More
Fort process
I said farewell to Jeanna at the Whispering Pines after a night interrupted by some eerie sirens, which we presumed were a tornado warning. It was very disconcerting. I was quite sad … Read More
Arboreal delights and bicycle frights
The original plan for today had been to bike the whole Steamboat Trace Trail – a 21 mile riverside(ish) rails-to-trails path from a power plant just south of Nebraska City to a … Read More
Nebraska (doesn’t have a licence plate slogan)
After Tuesday’s definitively Clark day, Wednesday was another Meriwether Lewis day. And merry weather it was (c’mon, you knew that was coming eventually – better get it out of the way sooner … Read More
Fort Osage: A room with a view
It was a dark and stormy night. Except it was about 10.30 in the morning. Heading west along I-70 it looked like we were driving towards an enormous massif of black rock. … Read More