The days dwindle down to a precious few

"For it's a long, long while from May to December

But the days grow short when you reach September

And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame..."

-- September Song

I decided it was time to get out of the office and go see Nebraska. It's been a post-pandemic while since I have done so. I jumped at the chance to ride to Chadron with a friend with numerous stops along the way.

Call it a visual checkup to see how the Cornhusker State is holding up amid almost daily reports of increasing drought and the uncertainty of crop yields. Things are very green in spots, very brown in others. But hope...