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We hiked up the Scottsbluff National Monument one morning.
When I was a kid we walked far out onto this now restricted area.
It was hot while we were there, but it's a dry heat. Dry heat does not compare to wet heat. I know it sounds stupid until you experience it.
This is where I went to my second half of kindergarten and the first half of first grade. I'm not sure if it's used anymore. They wouldn't let me go to recess on some days, because I wouldn't eat stewed tomatoes or prunes.
My mom married a former antique dealer. He has a few cool things laying around. This Hiawatha bicycle was one of them.
My mom lives in an old farm house surrounded by old farm buildings. I think she sees them as junk, but they are the sort of photographic subjects I love.
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So, did that Hiawatha follow you home?
Still have yet to truly experience this "dry heat" thing. For now, I hold it as an old wives tale dealie.
"So, did that Hiawatha follow you home?"
They follow a lot of people home. I get at least three calls a week from people who drag these things home thinking they're a rare collectible item (usually not the case). Of course, the google string "hiawatha bicycle" leads quickly to me, so it's understandable that I'm the one to call.
The pictures were very interesting. I remember riding the bus across country years ago. The drivers would always point out interesting things. In Nebraska he pointed out a tumbleweed.
I thought it was pretty cool, but there were some moans of irony on the bus too.
I changed planes in Phoenix this weekend and it was 105. But a dry heat. Not bad.
I wanted to take it home because my it was apparently procured for me, but shipping is pretty expensive for a bike I don't need. I like it's looks in the sundown sun though.
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