Come for the History, Stay for the….Never Mind Don’t Stay
Our stay at the Plains Hotel was a bit disappointing.
There was no parking and since it was “downtown”, all of the street parking was regulated. So we either had to be on the road and out by 10 am or at least move the Rav to another spot that would buy us another couple of hours.
The dinner in the hotel’s restaurant was barely edible. Both of our salads were on the verge of being frozen. I guess that’s what you get when you order greens in a city that owes its existence to cowboys and cattle.
I was looking forward to having a nice drink at the hotel bar.
For starters, the bar was in the main dining facility which would have been fine if the place wasn’t lit up like a supermarket. After we finished dinner and Skye headed to the room, I sat myself down at the bar and ordered a martini.
Nope, it was 10:06 and the bar stopped serving at 10:00. I wouldn’t have thought much of it had the bartender and his buddy not been talking up a storm the entire time we were eating dinner and it was obvious they were going to be there for a while longer.
For those who have been following, the last time we attempted to summit Nebraska's highest peak, we ended up in a ditch and had to abort the mission.
This time things would be different. We had spent the better half of the previous day above 10,000 feet, so bagging Panorama Point, at 1,655m (5,429ft) should be child's play.
And it was.
We approached from the west and Wyoming which had us on fewer dirt roads. Once we reached the high point, I juggled and Skye hooped in celebration.
Tempting fate, we decided to leave by way of the eastern access where we had previously had our mishap. The terrain was much drier and we were able to pass without incident. From there we hit the highway and made our way through Nebraska passing one cornfield after another.
We were hoping to find a point of interest to help break up the monotony of our drive, so when we saw sign-posts for legendary Boot Hill we veered of the freeway.
I was a bit confused because I thought Boot Hill was somewhere further West, somewhere down near Tombstone, Arizona. I was right and wrong; turns out there were quite a few, 3 in this state and I counted 40 on Wikipedia
— at Boot Hill,ogallala, Nebraska.
Skye and I were more than a little ready to be done with our road trip adventures and back home. So besides a strange flurry of emergency vehicle activity outside our window down by the hotel's entrance to start the morning our day consisted of driving through another day of cornfield after cornfield with our one goal of getting to St. Louis and taking a trip to the top of that most famous landmark, the Gateway Arch which I've passed now many times and I've always been fascinated that one could take an elevator to the top.
It didn't really make sense to me given it's shape and size and any sign of an elevator.
That is until I bought tickets and saw the size and shape of the pod that would take us up. It was tiny and sat only 5 people and just barely at that.
Once reaching the top, the viewing room is also quite small as are the portals that look down on the city and Missouri River. Skye had brought her camera equipment but there was no way to get much of a picture, so we contented ourselves with iPhone pics.
I experimented with using the panoramic mode only vertically and ended up with some pretty fun pics.