One of the many perks of this job is being able to travel within this beautiful state. I was not born and raised in Nebraska, but I still consider myself part Nebraskan.

Last week, we had the opportunity to go west to meet with a handful of clients. I was excited to go, mostly because I haven’t seen much of Nebraska that’s off the interstate. Sad, I know. I don’t think I’m alone in this, either. Just like growing up in Alaska, it can be easy at times to take for granted everything your home state has to offer. For instance, people who live in the southeast part of Nebraska, probably rarely vacation anywhere out west of North Platte. But yet, they visit places in Colorado.

Once we got on Highway 71 in Kimball, my eyes were open. I didn’t feel like I was in Nebraska anymore. I welcomed that feeling. I could smell the fresh, open air. I felt the breeze that provided comfort in the sun. There was even cactus along the trail at WildCat Hills. Cactus. In Nebraska.

There were trees and bluffs and all I could think about was how difficult this area was to travel in a covered wagon. I used to play Oregon Trail as a kid. These settlers lived the Oregon Trail. It blows my mind thinking about a family of four traveling to Nebraska in their covered wagon, with no life line and no cell phone. If something went wrong, they’d have to make due with what they have. Often times, they would just set up their homestead wherever their wagon fell apart.

I don’t think people appreciate the beauty of Nebraska, especially out west. Everyone gets caught up in going to other states, but I urge you to take a trip out to Western Nebraska first.

Thanks for stopping by.

Logan