Resting in Central City
2 bags of feed, a salt block and a patch of grass they couldn’t eat in a week. The mules are holed up in Central City, Nebraska, enjoying 2 days off after 2 weeks of almost uninterrupted walking.
Getting to Central City
The last days, as we’ve ridden west across Nebraska, the land has been steadily rising. One farmer I visited with said it gained 7 feet per mile. It’s starting to feel more and more like we’re out West, or at least at the western edge of the mid-West.
This morning we left Hordville and made our way via the back roads to the Platte River. This will be the last major river we cross for some time. While I will miss the flowing waters traveling through increasingly dryer country, I won’t miss the bridge crossings.
Fortunately, crossing the Platte today involved no drama. No police escort. No hopping off halfway across to lead a balky mule. I was riding Brick. It was her first bridge crossing and, aside from shying at the expansion joints, she gave me no cause to fire her.
- Bomgaars ag supply of Central City: for donating 2 sacks of feed to our journey
- Bomgaars employees Dusty Ericksen, Karla Jensen and Theresa Johns
- Brad Wells: for helping me find a place to give the mules 2 days off
- Merrick County Fairgrounds: for giving mules Brick, Cracker and me a place to unwind for 2 days
- Sherry: the Pumpkin Spice horse treats
The Road Ahead
The mules and I plan to spend the next 2 days here at the Merrick County Fairground. Then it’s off toward Loup City to visit Trent Loos who I visited 11 years ago on my “Lost Sea Expedition” wagon voyage across America. The last time I visited Trent we raked hay together. You can see those photos – and listen to Trent’s views on horse power versus mechanization – right here.