
Order Tramadol May First Snow in Colorado Springs © 2013 Bo Mackison
https://guelph-real-estate.ca/4t60kvf Day Six – Trekking to Nebraska’s Panhandle
https://paradiseperformingartscenter.com/eutpld4fvvc A perfect excuse for a day sabbatical from the car was a freak May 1st storm
that followed me across Colorado and caught up with me in Colorado Springs.
Set with a quiet room, a lap pool, and a breakfast bar,
I planned an all day writing/photography retreat – revival for a weary traveler.
https://penielenv.com/hqsp0g0 May 2nd and I head northwest, city rolls into country,
cars angled awkwardly in ditches remain from yesterday’s icy sleet.
Yellow road sign: No plowing. 7 pm to 5 am.

Tramadol Orders Nebraska Panhandle © 2013 Bo Mackison
https://www.mbtn.net/?p=n80uuszf3 I delight in beds of deep purple wildflowers on the roadsides.
Sheep, cows, horses share small pastures.
A trickling creek winds around thick-rooted bare branched tree relics.
Tramadol Uk Buy Snyder, Colorado.
1st Street, 2nd Street, 3rd Street, 4th Street.
Asphalt roads in the villages, county roads are dirt ruts.
Circuitous, the South Platte runs wild with snow melt,
and snow clumps around fence poles, in the tree thickets.

watch Scotts Bluff National Monument ©2013 Bo Mackison
click Clouds are famously scattered, every second grader draws this sky.
Looking for coffee, I pause at the Prairie Cafe in Stoneham.
Abandoned, a sign — “closed, be back soon” — dangles from a cracked window.
enter I cross into Pawnee National Grassland, though grasses are rare in these parts.
The Grasslands are home to tanks, army helicopters,
I pull over for a camo caravan led by a siren-warning police unit.
Army games and cattle farms dominate my road view of National Grasslands.
With relief I leave Pawnee and cross the Colorado/Nebraska border.

get link Path into the Storm © 2013 Bo Mackison
enter site My day’s destination – Scotts Bluff National Monument.
Scotts Bluff, sandstone rising 800 feet above the North Platte,
an eagerly sought landmark by travelers on the Oregon, Mormon and California trails.
see And an eagerly sought landmark by this traveler, too.
I walk a rare mixed-grass prairie, listen to a ranger’s historical stories,
experience her passion for the land and I have time enough to explore.
https://getdarker.com/editorial/articles/q86k8i023y ——————
https://purestpotential.com/eu4am8boo Bo Mackison is a photographer and owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. A cross-country traveler by day, and an occasional poet. This is a poem in nine parts, because the trip lasts nine days. This is Day Five and Day Six.
I am loving tagging along on this road-trip with you!
Love having visitors along the way!
Interesting travelogue!
Thanks. (Though I already miss Arizona…)
I’m just now reading thru your visual and verbal description of this cross-country road trip. WOW…what an incredible experience!!!
It was an incredible experience, Marcie. One I never expected I’d undertake, but so thrilled that I did.
“Path to the Storm” is an absolutely perfect memory-making moment, Bo. Your photograph is so beautiful. I would love to hear more about that moment – how you found that path – where you were and what you smelled in the air – the light, the emotions, everything. Your photographs are more than mere images – they capture everything you are sensing at that particular second in time. Things that can never be duplicated. Never been to Nebraska – wonderful “sense of place” description and imagery. XO!
Reading your words, it came to me that I do like photographing the “sense of place” rather than just the landscapes. Thank you for that insight, Debi!