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Nebraska, where I now hang my plaid Stormy Kromer, loses 1-0 to Wyoming on the national park meter. This is because you have one Yellowstone, and we have none.
The fall in your neck of the woods …
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Nebraska, where I now hang my plaid Stormy Kromer, loses 1-0 to Wyoming on the national park meter. This is because you have one Yellowstone, and we have none.
The fall in your neck of the woods was my favorite season by far when Good Wife Norma and I huddled among you on Cary Street all those years ago.
This season of the year presents gifts of elk in the rut, bighorn sheep appearing on the North Fork, the odd (and increasingly rare) moose, bears in the berries, bugs and tourons down in numbers. It was a pleasure to be there, whether in the east gate country, the Bighorns, McCullough Peaks, up on the bench above town, the Pryors and on and on.
Laughing Pig, visually captured in crisp, black silhouette against the pastel pallet of sunset is just one fall diamond among the multitude against which Nebraska is helpless to compete.
We do have our moments, one of which is fall color in the spans of dense hardwoods on rolling hills and bluffs along the Missouri River between our state and next-door neighbor Iowa. The accompanying image is an example.
I admit, placement on this black and white editorial page requires the reader to click the switch on their imagination and fill in the hues. Not with the eyes but behind them, in the mind. Be assured the multiple shades of gold, brown, red, orange and lingering green dazzle all who gaze upon this wee wedge of earth at this time of year.
Our troupe of camera-toting flatlanders — me and my friend Don and my other friend Donn, visited Indian Cave State Park recently where we harvested hundreds of images similar to this one.
What is next? The Dons and I are already planning our next photo safari early next spring when we will try to catch a bruin or two (or three) emerging from dens in your North Fork and East Gate country, all ganted up and out in the open consuming mass quantities.
How will it go? Hard to say. Grizzlies require precise timing. Just like fall foliage.
