Saturday was pretty much a wash as far as riding went so Sunday was the day to get out, even if it meant battling less than ideal winds. Found myself in Colon Nebraska again this week, great little small town and in an area I have not ridden in much. So full explore mode was engaged.
It's nice to see that the bike-ie photo isn't limited to those on pedal bikes only.
Leaving out of Colon we were treated to a nice tailwind and we were able to make good time initially, then we got stopped by a literal pack of what looked to be Australian Sheppards. I only got the picture of the one super friendly one that greeted me after I stopped but there had to be a dozen of them. The old school house, now turned residence must be some type of breeder as there were kennels off the back, even though most of the pack seemed to be roaming free.
A little ways past the pack of mutts, and barely visible and almost mistaken as a rock, was this tiny little baby turtle trying to cross the vast expanse of gravel. Not wanting to see Squirt turned into a turtle pancake we gave the little guy a boost to the edge of the pond in the direction he was heading when we found him.
Not long after that, more dogs. Yep, it was kind of a turtle and canine sort of day as we would cross paths with a few more puppers and another turtle before the day was done.
All that pedaling, rescuing and petting worked up quite the thirst; this rusty bridge seemed like the perfect spot for a Kola Tears in Fargo matching purple. Not bad for a sour, a little high on the sour scale IMO but it twernt horrible.
13 miles northeast of Colon is the tiny village of Leshara Nebraska, only 112 souls still call Leshara home according to the last official census. The village never really had a boom, it was established in 1905 as a railroad station and only had a population of 86 in 1910, it's most populous years came right around 1980 but even then it only mustered up 133 people. The town was platted by the Great Northern Railway (my grandfather worked for them for many years) from land purchased from the Pawnee who called the area home before that, the Pawnee village was around in the days of the Lewis and Clark Expedition and is metioned in official records by one of the scouting parties. The current village was named after Petalesharo, a Skidi Pawnee Cheif; Petalesharo's most well known for saving a Comanche girl from being sacraficed by his tribe during the Morning Star Ceremony around 1817. Word of his actions carried all the way to Washington DC and he was eventually awarded a medal for his actions and even had a Naval tug boat named after him in 1973, the tug boat remained in service until 2008 when it was sold to the Hellenic Navy in Greece. Exploring these small towns is very facinating to me, there aren't many still hanging on outside of the midwest and they are a true American treasure. I often will either explore the town first and then research it a little or research it first and then plot a course for it. Being in the middle of the country, one thing Nebraska has a lot of is history from the days of the settlers.
Not much left of the village now except this structure that appears to have been the town garage and filling station once upon a time and the now defunct Longbranch Bar and Grill which was around as late as 2011 according to the final posts on it's Facebook page. Leshara wasn't always a ghost town however, in it's hayday it boasted a hardware store, meat market, lumberyard, drug store, shoe shop, blacksmith shop, hotel, not one but two grocery stores, a newspaper, tavern and even a bank! Crazy to think how quickly little towns like this are drying up.
Saw this guy, just slightly off course but we just had to give it a go.
We both took a run up the monster, while maybe not the longest or steepest climb ever it did top 20% and had it's fair share of rocks buried in the roadbed. You definitely felt it in the lungs and legs by the top, that rush down was exhilliration, topped 35mph without a single pedal.
Another road, another turtle needing a little help crossing the road; this one much bigger than the last and also a box turtle... normall run into snappers out on gravel.
Cannot tell you how giddy I was when we rolled into Cedar Bluffs and I spotted this tank sitting in the park! They just speak to me and I just gotta climb it.
Once in Cedar Bluffs we decided to hit up Todd's Tavern for a bite to eat and a cold beverage. Food and beer did not disappoint and it was a pretty cool small town bar to boot, thinking this one will have to go on the regular rotation when riding in this area again.
Thought this might have been "Todd" of Todd's Tavern but one of the servers dispelled that thought. Still could be the owner just not a Todd, he had this end of the bar all to himself almost like it was created just so he could sit there. Goals man, goals. As we sat there we pulled out our mind numbing devices and discovered that Omaha was going to be under a curfew at 8pm and did a little bit of quick calculations... 6:45 now, still 8 miles out into a stiff headwind and then a 40 minute drive back. Yup, no way we were making that. Seriously though, who in the actual eff decides that Sunday afternoon is a good time to implement a curfew? How about a little warning, like 12 hours if you're going to do it on a weekend without warning, people might be out an about and not paying attention to the little device in their pockets. Thankfully we made it back without any incidents but still seemed like a stupid thing to do on short notice, nothing, absolutely nothing was said by 2pm when we left town. As a result we had to hightail it to the vehicle so no pictures exist of that last 8 miles but that's okay as it was mostly flat, straight and wind AF.
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