Calling my Bluff

Alliance to Scottsbluff, Nebraska Tuesday, August 10, 2021

Another fairly featureless day, but at least this one had an intriguing destination. Scotts Bluff, a butte which rises dramatically 800 feet above the prairie, was a landmark for earlier travelers on the Oregon Trail. It also rises above the eponymous town, which pushes the two words together. Both were named for Hiram Scott, a 23-year-old fur trader who was found dead at its base in 1828.

You could see it from far out, although today the wildfire smoke kept it hidden until I was fairly close. I was only able to get one shot, in shadow as it rose above the North Platte River. It’s a national monument, and there is both a hiking trail and road to the top, but it was almost 100° today, and I held off.

I imagine many of you, when flying across the country, have noticed those intriguing green circles made by irrigation booms with a center pivot. I was able to see one of those up close, although it was so huge it took a while to grasp that I was looking at the edge of a giant curved field.

Today was also remarkable for long talks with Anne, Howard, Ellen, and my therapist, and of a random act of kindness. Looking for a place with some shade, I found a desolate general store with a sign saying “opening soon”. Linda, an older woman with a paintbrush, said I could go inside to talk, and there I found a fully functioning soda fountain machine, complete with ice and root beer. What heaven, this was the only establishment I passed the entire day. Linda and her husband Kevin were hoping to open it within a couple of weeks. She wouldn’t let me pay for the huge quantities of root beer I consumed. They told me of a balloon festival in Scottsbluff, and where to find groceries and food, and a good bike shop. That little shop was surprisingly well stocked, I got new cycling gloves and some elbow pads for my aero bars, that I have been looking for for months. Bike shops in the big cities didn’t have them. More Easter eggs amongst the desolation.

Distance 61 miles, 5,117 total. Time 7 hours with stops. Elevation gain 953 feet

©️ 2021 Scott Luria

4 thoughts on “Calling my Bluff

  1. Scottie,
    Checking in on your progress. You are still at it and soaking in the world at full speed. You are my hero. Can’t wait to see you in another few weeks.

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