I have to admit, fall is approaching extremely slowly here in Nebraska. Sure, it is cooler in the morning, I am wearing a sweater and did drink two cups of tea already today, but still the leaves are just not following suit. Outside is still so green, but at least that makes for a couple more weeks of exploration and road trips, as this weather was made for it.
And while I do (finally) have tickets to go somewhere in the coming months, I am still looking for ways to soothe my wanderlust and explore my nearby(-ish) area. Staycations and being a tourist in your own city are both terms I have heard and considered, but sometimes you just have to get in the car and drive a couple hours into the country for some apple pie and small-town loving.
On Sunday, my sister Amanda and I headed for Indian Cave National Park in Nemaha, with more-or-less unplanned stops in Nebraska City and Auburn. Our first stop included Arbor Day Farm, apple pie and apple cider slushies, as well as some extremely appropriate pumpkins and apple displays.
Oh, and if you have never tried an apple cider slushie, you are missing out!
Next, we let Siri take the reins and ended up on a dirt road with no obvious outlet, rather than in the State Park we had plotted in as our destination. After turning around and backtracking, we eventually found the entrance to the park – thanks for nothing, Siri!
The next couple of hours were spent driving around and exploring all the areas of the park, finding out how far my car can roll without touching the gas pedal (surprisingly far, actually) and finally finding the Indian Cave we came to find. Unsurprisingly underwhelmed, we explored a couple of hiking trails before rolling back through Auburn, where we also found the need to stop, because why not?!
Seriously though, there is something too charming about small-town America’s little quirky buildings and the things you might find when wandering through unknown alleyways.
And with this, I vow to myself to keep exploring, even when I don’t have the funds to go any further than my own state, because traveling is traveling, right?
(oh, and if you find a pink wall, you take a photo in front of it)