The sculpture of Maj.-Gen Sir Isaac Brock pulled into North Platte, Nebraska by Thursday night, knocking off another 930 kilometres of his ride home, even as the Great Plains wind lived up to its reputation and pummelled his protective tarps.
He crossed Wyoming on the I-80 from west to east, encountering a state whose first half is a moonscape of rocky outcrops and strikingly sculpted, flat-topped buttes. The place is probably an archaeologist’s dream vacation, fossils abounding in hillsides whose faces are striped with perfectly exposed layers of the harsh crust.
You look at this desolation and think no irrigation will ever turn it into arable land. Few animals graze, the barren flats looking too baked and harshly mineralized to allow much vegetation. But eagles do soar, and antelope looked over at passing transport trucks with their own passing curiosity. Continue reading