Originally posted by RoxnDox It's only a few miles north of Alliance, on one of the larger N/S state highways . It gets thousands of visitors already. The place has grown into a sculpture and artwork park, owned by a local group dedicated to running the place. It would be a tremendous event for the town, but I suspect the town just doesn't want to deal with the influx of people and so they (as part of the ownership group) are keeping it 'turned off' for the day. Folks in that end of Nebraska can be a little touchy and grumpy when it comes to a bunch of damn city folks coming out and causing all kinds of commotion. Never mind how much it helps their economy!
And yes, been thru there a *bunch* of times, worked with people out there, spent a fair amount of cash out there, and encountered a fair number of <censored> out there along with the nice people...
Jim
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I live in the country too. Along the South Fork of the Stillaguamish. Every summer the citiots come out in force, with a WalMart rubber raft, towing a cooler full of beer floating in a car innertube. My place is about halfway from where they put in at to their first opportunity for public river access.
Of course the citiots have no clue how long it takes to float down 10 miles of river when it is dried up in July or August, and they have started their drunken float far too late to get there before dark. As they float by, drunk and puking, the question is always the same:
"How far to the swinging bridge?"
Or for the real bright ones:
"How far to River Meadows (the county park that adds another 3 or 4 miles to the trip)?"
I tell them the same thing every time.
"It's just around the next bend."
What? Do I look like a taxi service for citiots that can't allow enough time to have a fun day on the river and consume way too much alcohol? Screw them. They can buy acreage on the river like me if they want to get out anywhere besides a public access point. This is private property, not a public park.
And don't even think about getting out of that crappy rubber raft and coming up on my riverbank to urinate. Should have thought about the size of your bladder as you were swilling down that cheap beer.
So I can relate to the folks in the Sand Hills.