Iowa Highway Ends (etc.)

August 8, 2016: Now entering Yetter, fourth from the bottom in the Iowa alphabet. Now exiting Yetter.

Cedar Rapids, Iowa — A drive on Iowa’s newest highway and to five unvisited towns scattered across three counties finished off a vacation that couldn’t have gone much better. (Even if I should have waited for that semi before turning left.)

Route: IA 175, E16, L51 to Ricketts and back, E16, N20, US 71, US 20, IA 471, IA 175, gravel, D53, IA 175, N47, old IA 286 (E26 to Lidderdale and back), US 30, X Ave (Napier), E57, US 69, US 30

Ricketts really calls itself “Middle of Nowhere” and it is.

I had seen a story on the Council Bluffs Nonpareil‘s website about a 1945 Crawford County bow bridge being damaged. I was going to go right past it so I had to get pictures before its potential demolition. Then I went to Schleswig to see if the old school had been torn down yet; it had. From there it was a straight shot to Breda, where I managed to miss the exact location of IA 217’s last endpoint.

Bowstring bridge, B Avenue north of E16, Crawford County. The county had a handful of these built during World War II when steel was in short supply, resurrecting an old design.

New 71 is all signed with good concrete, and pictures aplenty are on the updated IA 196 page. Stopped at Casey’s in Early for pit stop, gas, and biggest slices of pizza I’ve seen. Then I went down IA 471, clinching the state’s newest highway as signed in the field.

From what now is the US 71/IA 175 split, I drove east to Yetter. The railroad crossing was closed for loading a long train at the elevator, but I just had to go back to N28 and down a mile and then used a gravel connector to Lake City.

After Lake City I hit two other L towns — Lanesboro and Lidderdale — and then took US 30 all the way back except for a dip down to Napier and Kelley.

I finished the seven-day trip in early evening, with plenty of pictures, a lot more experience with the Plains, and a deeper kinship with the travelers of America’s past.

August 7, 2016: This photo encompasses a significant portion of the buildings of the new Nebraska State Fairgrounds, relocated from Lincoln to Grand Island in 2010 because of poor attendance. I better stop here before I say something about the best state fair in OUR state.

Onawa, Iowa, August 7 — For a day that didn’t really have a travel portion until 3 PM, it wasn’t a shabby trip at all. In fact, today had a little something from nearly every decade of the past 150 years.

I had no idea how much time I would spend at the Stuhr Museum of the Prairie Pioneer, but I couldn’t do anything until it opened at noon. That gave me time to check out the Seedling Mile and, get this, read the Sunday Omaha World-Herald in the city park.

Weed-strewn original concrete from the Lincoln Highway Seedling Mile on the east side of Grand Island, 100 years and nine months after it opened and 85 years after US 30 bypassed it.

By the time the museum opened, it was a beautiful day. The museum itself took about an hour, with a downstairs temporary exhibit about the 150th anniversary of the Union Pacific and an upstairs collection of everyday life in the 1920s-30s. Then I found myself in an anachronistic situation — classic cars lining the streets of an 1890s pioneer village!

Cherry, apple, cinnamon, and other flavors at the Stuhr Museum of the Prairie Pioneer.

Then I walked, or slightly rushed, through the Antique Auto and Farm Machinery exhibit building. If you have a child who loves tractors, or if you’re an adult who feels like a child when seeing lots of old tractors, this is a place you need to go. There’s even a Waterloo Boy among the machinery.

Route: US 30, US 281, US 34, US 81, US 275, NE 51, IA 175

I was farther along than I had budgeted for the trip, and still had a day to go, so I used the late afternoon/early evening to close a gap on US 81. That included passing through Columbus and seeing a place originally set aside to honor the native-son creator of the Higgins Boat that has expanded to become a park/memorial for all veterans. (The Higgins Boat, too, figures prominently in the waiting room of the National World War II Museum in New Orleans.)

Higgins Boat at the veterans memorial in Columbus, Nebraska (hence the 1492 designation), where US 81 meets the Loup River.

By getting to Onawa, I set myself up for a super-productive day, at least as far as my Iowa travels are concerned.

While doing research for this leg of the trip, through an application for the Lincoln Highway in Nebraska on the National Register of Historic Places (large PDF), I learned something for my Council Bluffs Highway Chronology page. The first four-lane divided highway in Nebraska was a 6-mile stretch of US 73/75 to Fort Crook, later Offutt Air Force Base. It opened on Monday, December 8, 1941.

Pine Bluffs, Wyoming, August 5 — After leaving Cheyenne, I headed east on I-80 almost to the state line and then turned south to reach the Colorado-Nebraska-Wyoming corner and the highest point in Nebraska. The two locations are within eyesight of each other, but not direct driving distance, and the landowners don’t want you to walk between. I drove Colorado gravel for about 15 minutes, adding that state to this trip. This is the second state high point I’ve visited.

Local wildlife near the tri-state marker, visible at the end of the fence line, above the spigot of water pumped from the windmill.

Facing northwest. I am standing about a foot onto the Colorado side. The base is built from stones from each state but the ground has crept up on the side coordinate labels and a black plate covers the top.

No snow-capped peak here. I thought of putting something Iowa State-related on the top — this is, now, at the western edge of Big Ten country — but instead I’ll refer you to NINE-SEVEN because of EIGHT.

Is there anywhere else that a state’s border is visible from its highest point?

Finally, I got back onto 30 and took that to Kimball. Before the trip, I asked the Nebraska Department of Roads if US 30 enters via the two-lane or I-80, since the signs contradict themselves; I was assured that the Lincoln Highway is the correct route.

August 5, 2016: View of I-80/US 30 from the Wyoming Welcome Center, the highest point on the interstate.

Kimball, Nebraska — From a college football stadium to a tri-state corner, this day had a little bit of everything.

The first stop of the day was before I even left Laramie, at War Memorial Stadium. The “Bucking Horse and Rider” silhouette is everywhere around Laramie; in addition to being the logo for the University of Wyoming, I learned later that day the shape is the longest-running drawing used on license plates.

The I-80 rest area southeast of Laramie is a haven for highway history. It’s the highest point on the interstate and US 30 in the country. There are informative panels about the Lincoln Highway and the state in general. There’s a monument to Lincoln, and a monument to Henry Joy, the father of the Lincoln Highway. (The Joy monument was moved from Rawlins, a site he had picked out but was abandoned after I-80 was built; the Lincoln monument was moved its original location a few miles away, the highest point on the original Lincoln Highway, in 1969.)

A war-weary version of Abraham Lincoln is used for his monument.

I had yet another monument to see, the one for the Ames brothers, two miles away from the interstate. Oakes and Oliver Ames — the former the namesake of Ames, Iowa — were “instrumental in completing the Union Pacific section of the [transcontinental] railroad,” a marker at the monument says. But Oakes Ames’ involvement in the railroad turned into his involvement in the Credit Mobilier scandal. The monument was placed near the highest elevation of the railroad — but as UP improved its system, huge segments of the first transcontinental were left behind, including the one past the Ames monument.

A short distance east of the Ames monument is the “Tree in Rock,” which was along the railroad route, and then US 30, and today is between the lanes of I-80.

I exited off 80 to follow the Lincoln Highway again into Cheyenne, which goes right into downtown and the Cheyenne Depot Museum, and found myself at… a food truck rally. So I got a wood-fired pizza before going into the restored depot and seeing the museum and the model trains upstairs. The whole museum was excellent and highly recommended. The main area of the former depot was open and had a map of the railroad inlaid on the floor (with Omaha marked for the starting point and date, July 10, 1865).

With the capitol closed for construction (and already visited, in 1995) my only other stop was the state museum. It was also excellent and highly recommended. It does a great job of telling the state’s story chronologically, in the traditional museum way of artifacts and informational panels.

To be continued…

August 4, 2016: Pioneers literally wore down the stone here. Oregon Trail ruts, Guernsey, Wyoming.

Laramie, Wyoming — This would be my first entry into Wyoming in nearly 16 years. But first, some auto work. After that, I stopped at Rebecca Winters’ grave (PDF) on the east side of Scottsbluff, then I was off on 92.

Route: Downtown Scottsbluff, US 26, NE 92, WY 92, US 26, I-25, WY 34, US 30, to end of BL 80 and back, WY 130, I-80

In Lyman, barely on the Nebraska side of the border, I saw an old school and went to photograph it. Then someone pulled up behind me and then it looked like he was writing in a notebook. I was about to leave but then thought, I need to find out what’s going on here. He’s a student at Nebraska-Kearney, and he’s on a mission to visit every incorporated place in Nebraska! He only has 530 cities to see (and only 149 of them are above 800) in a much bigger area. It was a great moment, and if I hadn’t had to wait for the windshield chip I wouldn’t have met him.

I traveled the westernmost part of Highway 92, into Wyoming, and photographed its end in Torrington, clinching (more or less) the entire route of the four-state Highway 92. I then took US 26, at 70 mph, to Fort Laramie, where I figured I needed to eat. There was only open place, a little mom-and-pop diner.

Restored and un-restored buildings at Fort Laramie. For as remote a place as this is (comparatively), quite a few tourists were there that afternoon.

I spent almost two hours at Fort Laramie (and learned, much later, that I had mis-set the date on the camera.) I spent another hour seeing trail ruts and Register Cliff near Guernsey.

“Old Army Bridge over the Platte River, erected in 1875. This bridge was a vital link between Cheyenne, Fort Laramie and the military outposts, Indian agencies and gold fields of the Black Hills Dakota region. Placed by the Historical Landmark Commission of Wyoming, July 1951”

Register Cliff, 15 minutes from the trail ruts. If it’s 160 years old, it’s history; if it’s 50 years old, it’s graffiti.

I-25 is posted at 80 mph and while traffic was sparse it was an experience. “Next fuel 70 miles” after Wheatland. Yes, definitely the West.

At Morton Pass on WY 34, I experienced something that few Americans do today: A cell phone that said No Service. Shortly after that, it started sprinkling. It stopped around the time I reach WY 34’s end at US 30/287 — the westernmost point of this trip, and what I wanted to be the westernmost point of a continuously traveled stretch of US 30 throughout the country.

I followed 30 into Laramie and then went to the Wyoming Territorial Prison. It was ALSO open until 7 (Hooray!) and it was an informational, entertaining visit.

Wyoming Territorial Prison, Laramie.

There were some others touring the prison, including a couple with small dogs. Museum staff caught up to them in the horse building and told them to “vacate the premises” because one of the dogs did what dogs do. Seriously, who is inconsiderate enough to bring dogs inside historic buildings?

After tonight, it would be on to the next historic trail portion of vacation, east on the Lincoln Highway.