Rosco the dog (see pix below) really liked barking at this thing. It's just barbed wire rolled up.

It's called something like Chief Standing Bear bridge over the Missouri river. You can't hear anything there. No highway noise, just birds and river and wind. A majestically beautiful place.

And it makes you want to be quiet.

The sky was getting angry, and the wind was really gusting. But it was BEAUTIFUL. And quiet. I was especially struck by the silence. (My brother yammered.)

Yup. These are buffalo. Weird, eh?

A bus full of kids I don't know and really don't care to. Nice and all, I bet, I just don't need to know them. They're just a bunch of kids.

A silo and some other stuff. I think it's a silo. Umm.. across the street from my grandma's house there is a tennis court, and after that, a field with horses and cows and stuff. This is that field.

Looks cool. Swervy lights.

The first day my dad, brother, and grandpa went out fishing, they brought back fifteen. All catfish. Big and bloody.

The second day, they brought back at least thirty. All catfish. Grandpa skinned em. He nails em to the wall and takes their guts out. I cringe. We ate crappie (a kind of fish) that night.

She was in the field behind the tennis court. She only was out there during the evening so the lighting kind of sucks. She was a nice, though nervous, horse. I didn't touch her.

These are also horses. There are a lot of horses out in the country.

My grandma makes these things for her kitchen. She has like 12 of them, variations of this. I think it's cute.

Another one. She's got "Ewe's cute", "Ewe's loved", "Ewe's smart", "Ewe's darlin'", and others. Just very adorable.

Yankton, South Dakota, at night. Pretty neato.

As opposed to infinite width. Which, as we all know, most roads consist of. Nebraska is stupid.

Yes, I was very bored on the trip there. So I did this.

This is next to the spot where my dad got his Suburban stuck in the sand. We got it out of course.

My dad got pulled over one morning for going 70 in a 60mph zone. So we got a warning because we were from out of state and the speed limit signs weren't posted very regularly. But it was also 7:00 am.

Some pretty swamp grass stuff by the bridge over the Missouri.

Well, I took this picture through the rear view side mirror of the car. It was fun.

This one was fun too.

I decided to take a picture of this car. So I did it. Yay huh?

We watched Who Wants to Be a Millionaire together. Grandma, Grandpa, Dad, Tyler, Uncle Dave, Aunt Linda, and me.

Yankton at night from far away.

My brother's dog, with his jowls screwed up.

I was trying to take a good picture of him, but it got messed up, and I thought it looked cool.

In the car, Rosco is always cute.

See? He's cute in the car in this one too.

He's only semi-cute in this one, because he's outside and not very sleepy. He saw a bunny.

He's sleeping in the car. If you look in the window, you can see his reflection.

These are the ruts left of where my dad got the Suburban stuck. Jim, my dad's cousin Sue's husband, towed us out. Pretty cool.

Sky.

Same sky.

I'm a spy.

Sunset in the car.

Sunset in Yankton.

I forget what this is, but it's sunset in Yankton again.

Sunset in Bloomfield, across the street from my grandma's house.

No idea. Just looks extremely weird.

Traffic in Omaha. Busy, eh?

Isn't it pretty? Not far from where my dad got the Suburban stuck.

Sitting in line at Wendy's, and I took a picture of a truck.

My brother driving a golfcart around Bloomfield.

Some cows we saw. They smelled really BAAAAAD.

More cows. Lots of em.

Some cows. This one had hay or yarn or something coming out of his nose.

My wrist looked sorta delicate so I got a picture of it. It doesn't really look delicate now, does it?