My feet would sink trying to grasp any form of traction as we hiked along the side of a hill. Looking down into the valley below, keeping a close eye on the ground avoiding coming in contact with any yucca plants or cacti, but at the same time enjoying the colorful wildflowers from this region. The air is dry and cool, massive thunderheads peaking over the hills in the towards the southwest. A Red Tailed Hawk gives a loud shriek over head as it glides by effortlessly looking for a mouse or small rabbit to swoop down on.
A small storm passes by and immediately the moisture is soaked up by the ground which runs only so deep into one of the worlds largest underwater storage reservoirs, the Ogallala Aquifer.
|Nebraska contains more wetlands than its surrounding states.|