
After seeing many monuments to Lincoln over the last year or two, I finally made my first visit to his namesake city in Nebraska. While living in England, I went to church in Lincoln there -- the name was unusual there as it didn't end in one of the major suffixes: -by, -ford, -ton, -ham, -thorpe, -cester.

I got to Nebraska's Lincoln too late to see much of anything, despite going nearly non-stop there from the Springs. The drive was melancholy -- reversing all the excitement of getting closer and closer to the mountains. Still, the wide-open spaces are still exhilerating in their own way.

The next morning I drove down to the Capitol to have a look around. It was a big, flat, gridded town -- classic Americana. I parked right by the Capitol and took the opportunity to go in, since it was actually not a weekend. For a humble, earthy midwestern state, they surely had a grand Capitol. I had an excellent walk around.




On an earlier journey, I'd been to the two western Nebraska national parks and the high point. That leaves 3 more parks to go for them, with one especially far off the interstate -- Nicodemus revisted...
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