|In camp, brewing up|
I’d been fretting about how we would get from
Union station to the airport with two heavy bags, A’s fiddle and a small
back-pack apiece. We’d had conflicting advice, most of it suggesting a really
difficult journey. In fact, we stepped off the train onto a newly-constructed
concourse with a bus terminal adjacent, and there, before our very eyes, was a
dedicated airport bus (half-hourly service). We got out there for eight-thirty,
were able to collect our car early, and hit the road. A few hours later we arrived
at Denver ,
where we pitched our tent, lit a fire and cooked steak. Fort Robinson, Nebraska
This morning, after I’d nailed down the final version of the talk I’m giving at the Bean Broker on Friday, we set off to explore this site of an old cavalry fort, established in 1874 and kept in use until after the Second World War, during which it served as home to the K-9 corps.
|Home of K-9, the Canine Corps|
|The legendary Walter Reed|
|Bluffs to the north of the Red Cloud Agency|
Tomorrow we’re taking an early morning hike around the bluffs, then in the afternoon driving east to Chadron for the Mari Sandoz conference. We’ll be putting up at the Olde Main Street Inn, drinking beer with the Olde Main Madam herself, and hoping to touch base with some other Sandoz devotees.