Andy hinted that it was time to feed the kitty.
As grim as it looks, it smells pretty good.
Well, maybe he wanted something else
My car’s message center indicated there was tire leakage. My air compressor works when I turn the car on.
Turned out the tires all were a little low. I took care of it. Apparently I have no puncture to take care of. That’s good news!
My car was filthy so I headed out to the car wash to run it through the wash.
That little VW Golf SportWagen icon on my message center “drives” from left to right as the gasoline level in the tank drops. I had this car seven-ish years before I noticed that! I think the VW programmers had too much spare time on their hands.
I took a little road trip to help dry my car off. Going north out of Alliance on US 385, it is very flat farmland…
…so this time of year – harvest time – one is bound to get behind sugar beet trucks and machinery like this corn harvester. Thanks to lots of traffic coming toward me, I got to drive 21 mph/ 34 kph till the traffic thinned out enough for me to pass this thing.
Up by the 16 mile corner, there’s this long row of rural mail boxes…
…and, on the opposite side of the road, this Historical Marker.
I live in Box Butte County, named after about the only sort of prominent topographical feature, Box Butte. The main street in town is Box Butte Avenue.
South of Alliance, on the intersection of Potash Avenue and Kansas Street, there are these two bits of landowner steel whimsy.
I returned home to enjoy my meal and to end my very busy morning.
Andy finally showed up for a last kitty photo.
He’s barely awake now, but not too tired to pose while taking a moment to straighten out his “floof.”
Oh! And I took out a dolly full of trash to the dumpster before I aired my tires up. How could I leave that out? Such a busy day!
One store, but two blacksmith shops. I’m sure that means something significant, but I can’t figure out what. 🙂
Settlements out here in the 1880s were built around such starts. The land was distributed through the Homestead, the Kincaid Acts. People would need farriers/ blacksmiths to shoe horses and to make tools for their farms and ranches. The store was a general store, where a lot of goods were available that homesteaders dud make themselves. There were probably saloons and churches in these little clusters in time, though my town started out with saloons and whorehouses In tents to serve men building the railroad onto Western Nebraska. The first church in my town, the First Prebyterian Church, had its first service interrupted by a grass fire that everyone left to fight. That was in 1888, maybe 1887. Not totally sure. The town of Alliance was officially chartered in 1888 but existed in an earlier form a bit earlier.
Very interesting. Thank you!
Beautiful photos. I had to look up Runza. I would pass on that, but definitely would order the onion rings. 🙂
My idea of a runza is different than this company’s. There’s is more like a submarine sandwich on a soft bread bun, filled with loose, seasoned hamburger. Mine is seasoned loose hamburger meat with shredded onions and cabbage in it, enclosed completely in a raised yeast bread. Onion rings are always welcome in my meals!
I like that built-in air compressor! I have an old NAPA portable compressor with a sealed lead-acid battery.
I like the steel horses and bears art!
I had a foot pump, Lavina. Hehehe!
I had one of those for a bicycle a long time ago. 🙂
Ah, that takes me back Lavinia. Pushbike to motorbikes, the a three wheeled Robin Robins, I had four of them, cause I could drive them on my motorbike license. When I met a lassie and needed more room, I invested in my first four-wheeler. Driving it home it suddenly dawned on me that I didn’t have a full driving license. So had to book a test post haste! Hehe! Many vehicles later and I had the stroke, and handed in my license, and boy am I sorry I did. But it was sensible, if I had a seizure while driving, I could have killed someone. I’ve been thinking of getting a disabled scooter. But I could still back-out at any time… but I keep thinking of it again.
Thanks, gal. ♥
I’ve had one of those, too. Ugh! Took a lot of work to pump up a tire.
Certainly did, Doug. I was alright on the motorbike and 3-wheeler tyres… but struggled with the 4×4 ones. Hahaha!
I like those steel animals, too! Anyway, the compressor plugs into the 12 volt place that used to be the cigarette lighter socket, and is actually pretty fast at the job.
That’s an interesting area and I like your car’s fuel gauge.
It’s hilly most places around here, with just this one table land. Yeah, that fuel usage gauge is fun to use! I believe it works on a moving average method as long ad the car is turned on. You can see the mpg number go down quickly if you idle at a stop sign or in the parking spot.
A great post, Doug, it’s wonderful to see the area that you live in! It’s very flat there. Box Butte, such a cool name. I like the little car icon that moves across the screen! I hope you can create more posts like this in the future. 😊
North, East, and South ends of the county are very hilly. It’s just the one section that’s so flat, making it pretty handy for farming
Indeed!
Great to see Andy. Box Butte County looks nice, to me. As the temperature cools, the air in tires compresses and lowers the pressure.
Certainly a. busy day
I was amazed how much I got done, actually!
Very interesting. I’ve never been to Nebraska so thanks for sharing a bit of your town. Are the mailboxes still in use, today?
Yes, those are mailboxes people use. Lots of times, farmers and ranchers create whimsical creations with mailboxes incorporated into them. Apparently the USPS has no problem with it. It’s kind of the US farmer/ rancher variation to those whimsical crocheted things English put on their mailboxes. Lots of fun both places!
for a good thursday… may all your missions end with success :o)
It was one of my more productive days. Even I was amazed hiw much I got done!