Memorial to the American Bandshell Sculpture

This is written somewhere near Omaha, Nebraska after traveling through California, Arizona, Utah and Colorado.
The reason for no posts of the amazing landscapes we drove through is the camera stuffed up which is better than admitting I stuffed up, I’m saying no more.

The camera, or I’m working again now so we could have posted plenty of pics of driving through Nebraska but we want you to stay interested in the road trip, it’s been a beauty so far and there is a long way to go but somehow shots of and writing about the endless prairies where one of the highlights of today was seeing a sign saying “BUFFALO AREA” ain’t going to do that.

I wanted to graffiti “WAS A” on it because not one buffalo was interested in standing by the sign.
This probably was a good thing because when you see an animal in the wild like that you approach them thinking they want to be your best friend when really they don’t want to have anything to do with you at all.
This happened coming back from Alaska. Buffalo were like rats up there, damn things everywhere even crapping all over the road.
You think I’m over reacting? try hitting buffalo turds at 80 mph, they’re like mini mountains and if you hit a squishy one the stuff flies all over the RV and you can’t get rid of the little pieces or the smell for weeks.

Anyway coming back from Alaska we see a fairly docile buffalo about 100 metres off the road having a rest under a tree and I think he looks pretty friendly so I walk over to say hello and get a photo.
They moult at the end of winter, which he was doing at the time but apparently this makes them a bit cranky though I thought it might make them a bit tired so they wouldn’t be so agro. This is another thing I’ve been wrong about because I wasn’t that far away when before I realised it he was up on all fours and going for me.
I ran for the RV sure I could feel it’s breath on the back of my neck only to turn and see it still standing under the tree.Read more