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Sandhill Journey

So 300 miles later and home from my Sandhill Journey.  A work day but I enjoyed every minute of it!!!  Hope you enjoy the visual journey with me! (Don't mind my photography!)  

Amazing what you can see when one drives the speed limit and is aware of all that is around!  I saw a giant eagles nest, countless ducks, swan, pelican, coyote, babies galore and beautiful grasses and colors every mile along the way.

Step One:  Lake Mac.
Lake McConaughy "Morning Glory"






Lake is Full! 


"Nearly everything about Lake McConaughy is big! Its 35,700 surface acres make it Nebraska's largest reservoir with over 100 miles of shore line. At full storage, McConaughy is 20 miles long, four miles wide and 142 feet deep at the dam. The dam is among the largest of its type in the world, and the fish grow to trophy proportions, accounting for several state records. Even its nickname, "Big Mac" reflects its giant stature." (http://www.lakemcconaughy.com/about_generalinformation.html)




Step Two:  Arthur, Nebraska
Mill Camp Log Cabin





Cedar Tree Belt





















Driving the beautiful Sandhills between Arthur and Hyannis on Highway 61.









Stage Three: Hyannis, Whitman and Mullen
Highway 2


 

Stage 4: Tryon, Stapleton and North Platte 









Mama and Babies

North Platte-Out of It's Banks in North Platte

North Platte River





Stage 5: Hershey, Sutherland, Paxton, Rosco...
HOME!!!  Highway 30



HOME!!




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