When we left left the Niobrara River, give or take a hundred miles upsream, it was a modest affair. Just before it debauches into the Missouri here at the eponymously named state park, it has nearly tripled in size. After I arrived in the park, I took my bike off the car rack and set off to ride the three mile loop along the park road. They weren't kidding when they said there were lots of hills!
I walked my bike a short distance along a foot trail to find the old railroad bridge (now converted to a trail) that crosses the Niobrara before it spills in to the Missouri. Most of the trail was pretty torn up from floods, but the boardwalk over the trestle was in good shape. I had so much fun crossing it, I rode back & forth a second time.
For a grand finale in the park, I pedalled to the scenic overlook behind the group lodge (where I typed this post) . The view up, down, & across the river is amazing. Lewis & Clark camped for a night just down the bluff. It is easy to picture their expeditipn struggling against the current on their way west.
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