You don’t hear that statement too much, do you? Most people think of Nebraska and other mid-west states as sprawling monotonous corn and bean fields with little visual interest. Boring, right?
Not exactly. Maybe it is the nostalgia of spending my childhood years among the cornfields, but I find such beauty in the plains. And I found that beauty again as we cycled through central Nebraska. Immediately upon crossing the state line from Vermillion, South Dakota we began to experience the rolling hills of the northwest corner of the state. Up and down we went as we headed south and west towards Colorado, the geography shifting from those hills to endless flat-lands to grass-covered sand dunes and back again.