Our family went to Scotts Bluff, Nebraska for Labor Day weekend for my cousin's wedding. My mom is from Nebraska, and we used to go in the summer and for Thanksgiving. But I hadn’t been there for a few years.
I was struck by how different the landscape, the setting is from Utah. More open spaces that aren’t stopped by mountains. Open, yellow plains and bugs that eat you up at night. Scotts Bluff is small and calm. You cross train tracks and talk about going “into town.” And wide, yellow plains.
I had fun at the wedding. I got to spend some time with my cousins, one of whom is radiating in the photo below. My sister and nephew are in the other photos. One at the reception, where I got sent to the group of “single ladies” gathering on the dance floor rather reluctantly (and suspicious of what the DJ was going to make us do). It turned out we were there to catch the bouquet. This surprised me for some reason. It made me feel grown up, or something.
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Looks like it was a beautiful event :) Your cousin - wow, way to hog a photo! Just kidding ;)
I've felt that same small and calm feeling when I drive through certain towns in Idaho. Like Rigby and Rexburg. Well, maybe not Rexburg. They have a Wal-Mart where all the BYU Idaho kids get up to all sorts shenanigans. Anytime I'm at the Albertson's next to it, I hear people yelling and hollering for seemingly no reason.
Did you catch the bouquet? For some reason I imagine you not trying for it like, "I'll just stand here and wait until they're done," ha. But watch me be totally wrong - you'll probably tell me you dove for it, right?
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