Uncle George, the last of his generation in my family died recently and I’m going back for his burial. It feels as if this might be my last trip to Nebraska – there’s no family there any more.
It’s been a long time since I’ve taken a road trip and I am ready. House/pet sitter has moved to my place. The car is packed – quite packed: a few items for my cousins, clothes for a wide range of weather, some camping gear, water and food, books (Prayer of the Dragon by Eliot Pattison and Sounds of the River by Da Chen), and of course, cameras and notebooks.
To get there I’ll head up through the Sand Hills in western Nebraska – starkly beautiful area. My favorite cousins will be there, so it should be a nice gathering. And we will say goodbye to Uncle George and maybe, to Nebraska.