Brownville...

Took Friday off from work which left the day wide open, we decided to head down to Brownville to the Whiskey Run Creek winery and to check out the changing leaves.


I'm not what you would call a wine connoisseur by any means so I was just along for the ride for the actually tasting, I did take small sips from the GF's selections however. I think I'll stick with beer for now but Brownville is a cool little town and the scenery was a nice change of pace.


The barn where you can buy and taste the wines was original built in the 1900s, they definitely don't make them like this anymore, even if you aren't a wine person like me you can definitely still appreciate the architecture of a barn like this.


Second time I've been out to Brownville but the first time that I was able to go into the cave at the winery, it was closed the last time I was out. The entry looks a little creepy but would make an excellent Halloween party room.




The way I understand it the site of the winery was originally one of the first breweries in Nebraska and this cave and a much larger cave that has since been closed off was where they would store the beer after brewing before there was refrigeration. The larger cave still exists but sits under the parking lot of the current winery, in order to reopen it the winery would lose their parking lot but they have contemplated someday looking into how to reopen it as well. All the history that much exist in that cave would be awesome to see.


Even if you're not into wine Brownville is full of history.


Instead of tearing down all the old buildings and rebuilding new ones like many town have done, Brownville has embraced it's history and many of the buildings in the town have been there since the early days of Brownville.


If you like wine, history or even just small quaint rural towns that remind you of times long gone you should check out Brownville. Only being an hour and a half from Lincoln and slightly less from Omaha it's well worth the trip.

All aboard

We had a train, truth be told she wasn't much to look at from a historical stand point, the colors were wrong, the marking inaccurate... hell it never even moved... but it was our train and she stood her ground for the last two plus decades. Despite all of this or perhaps because of it she became much more than a hulk of rusting steel, she was a play ground for children, a backdrop for amateur and professional photographers alike, a seat for romantic couples to sit, eat their ice cream fresh from Ivana Cone and talk of the past, the present and the possibilities of the future. Ages of people came, saw and spent some time with her before moving on and taking the memory with them.







Then a community decided a shiny new arena is what it needed... and out with the old and in with the new became the motto for the day. Gone is the hulking, rusting metal, gone is the backdrop, gone is the colorfully inaccurate train and with it generations worth of memories. Unceremoniously carried away to the scrap heap, sold by the pound for the current market value of the steel alone because memories hold no value in the world of commerce where priceless doesn't exist.




I suppose progress is inevitable, time marches on... here today, gone tomorrow. Get 'em while there hot!