A summer rain fell towards the I-29 interchange at Omaha. Mom and I headed west towards California. Railroads always seemed to pull us to the East Coast, but life always seemed to pull us back to California. As the rain fell, I thought of Nebraska Ahead.
The southward hook of freeway towards Lincoln and the hope that the rain would clear up or at least maintain a light pace. The clouds did not look ominous. Beyond lay North Platte and Union Pacific's massive hub that brings trains from all corners of the West.
I thought of California, still several days away and the West that we had to cross. The wide open prairies that roll away from I-80 and ease into distant mountains of Wyoming, leading into the salt flats and open deserts of Utah and Nevada. Again, we headed west.
Andy Fletcher is an artist, designer, speaker and advocate for trains. He enjoys sharing his drawings and his joy of trains with railroad enthusiasts everywhere.
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