We like to stop and see the history of our state a lot when riding. Yesterday we stopped at a couple and got some pics.
THIS is another one for Nebraska.
We saw a few in Nebraska that pointed out the original Oregon trail and sure enough, there it was. You could see the remains of wagon ruts just leading out across a field, still very visible today. That was fascinating.
I like sites like that. While this may seem odd, what I have done many times is to go to the tracks and just try to meditate and feel inside of me the spirit of the pioneers who traveled that way long ago. I try to imagine that I can talk to them and thank them for their adventurousness. I try to see them bouncing in their wagons or walking alongside and risking their lives each day against pests, native tribes, stampedes, disease, starvation, mechanical breakdowns, and so on. I admire their willingness to go where the future was so uncertain. Sometimes I think I can really be there for a few moments. Once in awhile, magic happens.