Three weeks ago I arrived in Plattsmouth, Nebraska. I set my sights on Hyannis, 350 miles to the west. Yesterday Brick and Cracker and strode in to the town I was aiming for.
Hyannis is deep in the Sand Hills of Nebraska. The past week, I’ve been traveling from communities ranging from small to nearly vanished. The land is rolling, covered in little more than grass, wind and a sprinkling of cattle and those who take care of them.
The folks I’ve met continue to be incredibly generous. Another thing I’ve noticed about Sand Hillers. They go the longest without blinking of anywhere I’ve visited in the country. These men and women look you square in the eye when they talk.
Here are some photos from the road to Hyannis.
Getting to Hyannis
The mules and I spent the night in Whitman the night before we got to Hyannis. Riding in to Whitman I heard a voice shouting, “hey, need a place to stay?” A guy in a back yard waved me over. That’s how I met Fran.
Here in Hyannis
The plan is to give the mules a few well-earned days off in Hyannis. They’ve covered an average of over 115 miles per week the past 3 weeks. That’s a lot of miles. Brick plans to eat. Cracker plans to nap. I plan to do both