Twine Time

It’s twine time!
(ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh ah)

Alvin Cash

Day 2. Twine Day.

In order to properly prepare for the day we slept in all the way to 7:00, a roadtrip luxury. The bed was soooooo comfortable that when I woke up my first thought was to suggest to Molly that we buy it for our new bedroom. I remembered the cost of the Kimpton shampoo I’d gotten as a gift once and quickly thought better of saying anything.

After getting ready Molly and I headed to the lobby for the first of five cups of Kimpton coffee we’ll be able to drink this trip. We enjoyed the ambiance of the fire pits on the patio of the Cottonwood while the girls took their turns in the shower. If you ever get the chance to visit Omaha, stay at the Cottonwood, it is Kimpton excellence in every way.

We somehow managed to reload Fred as the valets undoubtedly looked on with puzzled amuzement and began the journey to our first destination: Homestead National Historical Park. This NPS site preserves the area of (one of) the first successful homesteads. It is now largely being restored to native tallgrass prarie. We were able to see the site of a squatter’s cabin, the site of the original house, the site of a school house, and the sites of many other former features. There were two highlights for me:

  1. A really pretty orange butterfly.
  2. Learning that the guy who established the homestead had a bit of an unfair advantage over his rivals. As a union scout during the Civil War he had kept an eye out for a suitable place for a future home that had access to fertile land, water, and forest. When the homesteading act was passed he B-lined it for this spot.

It’s worth a mention that on the way to the next destination we ate PBJ&C #1 of RTXXI.

And Now. TWINE TIME. I won’t make you wait for it:

Us. With the (disputedly) largest ball of twine.

We pulled into the parking lot brimming with anticiption and excitement. I led the way up the short flight of stairs into the shelter that protects it. My first thought, spoken allowed, was “can we touch it?” There was no response from my companions. They were clearly so awestruck that they couldn’t speak. I also accepted that as a tacit agreement that I would not get in trouble by touching it. I will now describe how it felt, but if you plan to experience it for yourself be warned there are spoilers ahead.

SPOILER: It felt exactly like twine. END SPOILER

With our twine experience coming to an end we snapped a few twine selfies. I also showed it to some of my yarn to inspire it to its own greatness.

Our final stop of the day was Nicodemus National Historic Site, one of the first Black settlements. Molly has been asking us questions about our recolections of the visit so I’m sure she’ll write a detailed summary. I will again include my two highlights.

  1. One of the rangers working was a 6th generation member of one of the families that had established the town. Way to go Park Service on preserving the human connection to the physical structures that were there.
  2. It was interesting how much role the railroads played in determining which towns survived. As early as 1888, when a rail line bypassed Nicodemus to service towns further South some residents saw the writing on the wall.

We’re now in Colby, Kansas for the night. Zoe and I are going to try to figure out if there is any connection to the cheese, and if so which came first.

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