I wanted to do a play on words this week, like crayons falling out of a bucket, but the weather turned nice and I decided to drive around.
There really were no trees in Nebraska 200 years ago, so finding Maine like colors means finding a colorful man-made forest. This is the back side of Chalco Hills Recreation Area. Old men go there to fish and get away from their jobs and wives.
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