Rich and I went to visit friends in Nebraska and decided to take a detour through Sioux City on the way home.
While it wasn’t exactly on the way (we had to go north an hour before going back south to KS), it was nice to have the freedom to meander about and take the time to explore the city where we met.
And to drive by my mom’s old house, where I raised my boys through their preschool years. Way, way before we lived there, it was the home of Ann Landers and Dear Abby as children. Maybe the aura of of their advice giving habits lingered in the air, and that is why I tend to be so bossy like to help people know what is the best thing to do.
We visited some of Rich’s college days’ haunts, had a loose meat type, Charlie Boy sammy, and mostly drove around murmuring about how much things had changed, stayed the same, or wondered if we were going the right way, is this the place, or is that it?
Typical old folk talk when revisiting the past locales of their youth.
The day’s drive was a nostalgic continuation of our visit to see our friends, Rich’s college buddies.
We’d sat on the porch of their beautiful lake home and drank wine while reminiscing for hours.
Being with these good friends felt like we were right back where we were decades ago. Although, our surroundings were no where near this nice way back when!
And who knew that there were glorious, natural sand beaches right outside of Omaha?!?
The lakes are dredged from the Platte River, which apparently is sandy bottomed.
It makes for clear, clean water and beaches you’d expect to see on a tropical Island, not in Nebraska. I think that this area has to be one of the Midwest’s biggest secrets.
We had a quick trip, just one night, but we sure packed a lot into it. I felt like I’d been on a trip to an exotic beach as well as down memory lane, all in a little over 24 hours.