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Bob the Bridge
When I was first planning a trip to Omaha, I Googled “things to see Omaha” and the first hit was…a pedestrian bridge. I’m not going to lie – that made me rethink our travel plans. But then, I realized it’s not just any pedestrian bridge – it’s a pedestrian bridge that’s over 3,000 feet long and that crosses the Missouri River and that spans two states.
And when we got there (because how could I resist that kind of an attraction?), we discovered that the bridge has adopted a persona, sort of a wise-ass one, called Bob.
Check out what ol’ Bob has to say about being 0.9 of a marathon long. You’ll see what I mean about the wise-ass persona…
(Also, on a slightly more relevant note for a photography blog, this is a shot from the Iowa side, looking toward downtown Omaha.)
Bob Kerrey Pedestrian Bridge
Council Bluffs, Iowa
photographed 8.31.2018
Sweet corn
“Did you bring back any corn?” – frequent question you get right after a late-summer visit to Nebraska.
Exeter, Nebraska
photographed 8.29.2018
Spoon and knife
We found a place for lunch by using that time-tested technique of looking to see what cafe had the highest number of pickups parked in front of it.
I ordered a burger, and the waitress said, “Now, it comes with pickles unless you don’t want pickles. Then we’ll leave them off.” I agreed to pickles, but didn’t realize until lunch arrived that she meant it came with ONLY pickles: a minimalist burger. We were on the end of the lunch rush – by the time the 1:00 siren sounded* everyone but us had left to head back to work.
Here’s a couple of other images from the place, which I shot with my phone:
Exeter, Nebraska
photographed 8.29.2018
*No kidding. There really was a 1:00 siren, which of course inferred that there was noon siren as well.
Seven Tanks
The only plans we had for the entire day were to, at some point, eat with friends in Lincoln, and then make it to our hotel in Omaha. That was a good plan, because it gave us the couple of hours that we took to explore the World War II-era Naval ammunition depot on the outskirts of Hastings, Nebraska.
I am fairly certain these tanks are newer than the WWII stuff that’s still around. Behind them, in an area where we couldn’t access, is something called the Rocket Motor Loading Plant, which makes me pretty sure we didn’t get to see the really cool things that are there. But the map of the driving tour said it was “absolutely imperative” to stay on the marked roads* and that trespassing could “result in substantial fines or even arrest.” I may be a rebel sometimes, but I didn’t feel too much like risking arrest…or even substantial fines.
Hastings, Nebraska
photographed 8.29.2018
*The so-called marked path was actually almost impossible to locate at first. It ended up being the road where I said – with just tons and tons of confidence! – that there was “absolutely no way” it was that road. Ha! Ha! I am a lot of fun to travel with!
Various Modes
People going about their State Fair day: walking, tramming, scootering.
Nebraska State Fair
Grand Island, Nebraska
photographed 8.28.2018
One Day | One Image 